Lyrics and translation Demon One - À vive allure

À vive allure

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At Full Speed

Just a few minutes to escape my melancholic words, I'll tell my story like an alcoholic writer would, too many worries and too much boredom, so to forget, I write—I spend my nights asking myself so many questions about this life, but one night my eyes closed and for a moment I thought I loved, but I was wrong, it was just a short-lived dream, at full speed I was caught off guard, overtaken by events, I didn't even take the time to appreciate the rare good moments. Honestly, there are so many things I should have done and that I didn't do, and if my life was to be done again, I would not know any more defeats, I often have the impression of having missed out on so many things, that many things have happened against my will, I never believed in feelings because feelings make you get attached, make you lose a little bit of yourself, leaving rage as a legacy. Every minute that passes reminds me of so many bad memories, if I remember correctly, in this world we are just passing through, the day I leave without resentment, man, I'll go even though I'll never have known love and those regrets, I'll explain the reflection of the suburbs and its portrait; I think that now, at present, it is high time to make it happen.