Friendships from the past
Emotions will remain strong
Past friendships
Old dynamics knock at the door

I carry with me memories of our tenderness
Embellished with time by a yellow hâlo full of flowers
I also carry the weight of our pain
The weight of wounds, of cold, of your black flowers
When the field blooms, memories rise to the water
We see the fertile lands and those that have suffered too much
We see the feverish seeds, and those for whom life is never too much

Friendships from the past
Emotions will remain strong
Past friendships
Old dynamics knock at the door

Do I hold on to an idea, a memory, a thought
Should I let time cut our ties
Fill my heart with love but not yours
Should I accept that your black flowers will always be part of our story
That every story has an end, that after seeing you I'm always hungry
Hungry for stable love and a calm end, needing to put an end to the spell
A spell that hurt me, that stayed, I'm stuck, tormented
A spell that belongs to the pasté

Friendships from the past
Emotions will remain strong
Past friendships
Old dynamics knock at the door

O how quickly everything can change, the rain has passed, the colors are stirring
The palette is full again and the aches are crumbling
It took me time, words, snuggled down in a bed
Rather than a brick house
A pillow of love to rest on, is it finally time for my wishes to come true
Two weeks of enchanted respite, the birds of my heart sing
As if their pain were in fact invented

Friendships from the past
Emotions will remain strong
Past friendships
Old dynamics knock at the door