Crates everywhere, tires in panic.

Smoking, roaring in every recess,

Engines screaming, flames in the darkness.

But you were there, my xenon-eyed car

In this chaos, my guiding star.

The Volk is more than a car, it's us,

It takes us where the fire glows, where it’s wild and free,

Through every curve, every line, like destiny.

It's your ignition that sounds, and I that burst.

That first rasso, I still have stars in my eyes,

Tires screaming, engines on the run.

But the best memory is the look in your eyes,

Under the smoke, you were my beacon.

What to do when I can’t even go to school ?

Your feeling makes me blind.

As I lock myself in my room you’re so cruel.

I don’t have any friends.

When people laugh, I always think they’re laughing at me.

Sometimes I want it all to end.

I just want you to set me free.

As you mess with my head,

I scratch myself so hard that it makes me bleed.

I can’t help but overthink

Your feeling makes me sick.

• L'envie

• La gratitude

• La nostagie

Their whispers keep judging my whole.
Is it just hallucinations?
I must fall into a black hole
To stop these voices' frustrations.

Inside the chaos of my mind,
Shadows are killing the last light.
Helpless, fear, panic — I feel so blind.
I am not calm, I am not bright.

This waking up every morning
With two legs and two hands,
A healthy body as the best thing.

Lucky for the friends I have,
Happy for the teachers I have,
Grateful for my education,
Rewarded to have emotions.

In a world where you have all the possibilities,
Knowing how to embrace vitality,
Where every day is a party.

This summer doesn't feel the same,
Even if it's the same destination.
I’ve walked this street before,
A sense of déjà vu once more.

The past feels close, but we’re left behind.
It's a sweet memory that you left me with.
Thanks to this place for what you gave me,
I will come back home with even more.