I 'm on stage and I dance. No pity for the red haired dancer.

The light is on me and I 'm gonna be okay. Looks of dust on me.

This real stage is an empty mannequin. The crave in your look.

of. Bernadette Soubirous when not believed. Van Gogh cry of solitude.

A dead man walking with its innocence breath. The murder on the street.

The child with no fault. The adult with no moulds.

The plead for justice and the starving children.

And the fret of people for Christmas trees, fed with hatred.

I 'm on stage and I took part to your Party. No place of honour for the

Red Haired girl. Loosing pieces from time to time. Falling her sign.