Une voix étonnante, qui passe de la souffrance à la libération, selon la mélodie ou la chanson. Un album indéfinissable, aucunement nostalgique mais plutôt baignant dans la construction et l'exploration musicale. Une chanteuse qui use de ma langue maternelle en ayant l'air de la survoler comme une brise de printemps. Les mots n'ont bizarrement plus le même poids... Elle veut "tuer une partie de la petite fille qui sommeille en elle" qu'elle dit... Pour nous, c'est beaucoup d'émotions à partager en perspective.

Sad Society Song

Mig

Sad town, sleeping people
This is the gloomy side of my head
When I think about the way of survive
Nobody looks at the leaves
So, it will become gray
Somebody looks at the colour of skin
But that colour can't change
This is the sad society song
I'm afraid to learn how to be strong
Our glory, the glory of human race
Is as dirty as the rat race
I killed a part of the little girl on me
To tolerate every defect of humanity
That I discover every day
This race underdeveloped is blind
And pretends to possess a consciousness
This is the sad society song
I'm afraid to learn how to be strong
Our glory, the glory of human race
Is as dirty as the rat race
Sad day, the sun refuses to wake up
Now, it's the moment we have to pay
Not enough to apologize, and now it's too late
Where are they those who have killed
They have to pay for our desolution
Where are they those who are killing today
Who make children born in desolation
The fullness of my desolation
My pain fed with frustration