Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my cœur, coeur is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look vers l'avant, vers l’avant to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES. 