Ça craint...

Une bonne chanson remonte toujours le moral.

Seul, j’veux pas mourir de honte
Résigné par l’épreuve.
J’veux pas mourir de honte
Et accepter le deuil

Heu... Ca va bien a part de ça?

Compter les corps des Vulgaires Machins! Est vraiment bonne!!

It’s funny that you’re calling me tonight
And yes I’ve dreamt of you too
And does he know you’re talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don’t think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words; it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

Hinder, Lips Of An Angel

I throw myself into the sea
Release the wave, let it wash over me
To face the fear I once believed
The tears of the dragon, for you and for me

Bruce Dickinson, Tears Of The Dragon