Sweet Thoughts and Visions - Regarde Les Hommes Tomber

Sweet thoughts

And pretty visions

Soft winds

Are rising

The sun is shining

A perfect body

And a companion

A perfect body

To raise a crown

A perfect world to live the perfect life

A perfect world to feed light

The garden of god

Is a heaven of nature

The heaven of Lord

Is only for the pure

You fool creatures

You Tools made of clay

(Enough with the pleasure

Now you live my way

I want more

A mind of man

Is not enough

Obey the rules

Is not enough)

Leave me alone

And never call me yours again

A world of peace

Is not enough

Leave me alone

And never call me yours again

I’m not a tool

I found the «I»

The garden of God

Is a heaven of nature

The heaven of Lord

Is only for the pure