Faux semblants [English translation]

The night doesn't end

I become transparent

You disappear far away

I forget our existences

The lack chokes all the faces

Moves me away and gets me closer

To shams

That become my appearance

And in this sad room

I get old little by little

Your absence guides me

Toward quiet walls

The lack chokes all the faces

Moves me away and gets me closer

To shams

That become my appearance

• Artist:Amesoeurs
• Album:Amesoeurs