What was green in summer turns red in autumn My vision is too meditated and too monotonous What I'm reading to you is not rap, it's just a part of my life Let me tell you my stories before I change my mind I'd like to talk about my dreams, about some broken destiny About my pain, which never stops inviting itself Time goes by and even the most disgusting memories Become more illuminated, we always find a fair middle In the swamp and in the foyer, loneliness drowned it In the sea, but the pox put the drugs to crush us We will always be tight-lipped in adversity Our dreams of all colors in such an aseptic place I remember Charlotte, this funny old lady She didn't have her head anymore, but she was full of soul Through a window, I saw the seasons go by With only one idea in mind, to go home But it forged me, even when tears gouged me And I had the temptation to squeeze them Their procedures are rinsed, the weight of my wounds surpassed They are a bitter ice cream and always force me to surpass myself Spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring Now I try to be ordinary for a while In my imagination, I ride the valley on my dragon Hoping to see the cherry trees of Japan And what we're going through takes us somewhere The path is open to the north, to the sea I look at the sky as if it were the last time Spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring Now I try to be ordinary for a while Spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring Now I try to be ordinary for a while Why the most beautiful things are often the most painful Sorrows, memories, and love relationships I would have met them, it's only today that I meet them Useful for the greatest number, some will have forged me in the shade The genes leave, the hearts speak, the blues win I have two quarters, the hours pass, the flares fade Sometimes in the light, but too often in the moon It won't be much, but I'll have my castle in Bulin Forever And what we're going through takes us somewhere The path is open to the north, to the sea I look at the sky as if it were the last time Spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring Now I try to be ordinary for a while Spring, summer, autumn, winter, spring Now I try to be ordinary for a while What was true in summer becomes red in autumn My vision is too limited and too monotonous It won't be much, but I'll have my castle in Belin It won't be much, but I'll have my castle in Belin