The Flunk's - Fresh air

Fresh air

Smoke of cigarette plays in front of the light,

of my tiny white candle of wax.

Fixing now ! one of my white walls

and open up the window for a while.

I can feel it entering, this fresh air from the morning.

... I can feel it entering !

Fresh air from the morning, is make me thinking
and writing 'bout the good time that i'd passed...in my life.

A window's open, a sunshine entering.

Another revolution from the earth in the morning.

My beat is oh! so slow, my buzz dead end......stop to grow.

The bird outside sing well...i love it so !

(Refrain x2)

Restez à l'écoute pour la toune caché ! (The flunk's - Our circus's over)