Hoax :

I'm just a John Titor
We are the time leaper
Travelling and always wanting more
Playing dangerous around the Reaper

No more nightingale :

There is no more nightingale I've seen them all fall My old friend,
Did our memories became fake? Beyond space and time, from the very start
An eternal dream that made my soul vibrate
Ready to offer my life to find it back
And now I can’t close my eyes I’m just afraid to let me fade to black
Or hear the sound of silence cries
With every step a new persuasion
One by one Hoping grief like mist dissipate
Pretending not to know that fate never bow
Like it was not always the same old stories
I carried your sighs, waiting for the worst
I know that your thoughts conspired for your escape
You told me that everything must come to an end
I never imagine our love was meant to vanish like this
While it was piercing my chest
Running my veins, made me sad, made me alright
Made me feel alive

Damian:

L'echo de nos pas qui résonnent derrière nous me rappelle le tic tac du temps;
Chacun d'eux, la moindre avancée, a par la force des choses joint nos chemins en un seul
Toi tu n'es plus là, et même si j'ai l'habitude des adieux ceux-là m'ont arraché une douleur vive comme une amputation à vif
Mais j'ai repris tes mots, et le flambeau, appris à jouer des façade quand tout devient fade

Dusk:

I deeply love the dusk, it's so full of promises.
The night welcomes me with the sweet embrace of loneliness. The noise and the rush of the day vanish at the same time. In this nothing at all I can create my own world, a whole universe and got nothing but my hollow heart to be fill by the stars. I feel like a fish in water when I lost myself in space oddity. Everything quiet. Our undisclosed desires can be revealed and sometimes find a charitable taker, we can dream of a little death in the arms of the loved one and end up burn. Thoughts escape like wild horses, in a frantic race rally other wild beasts. I hope that the grief on my face remind you who we were, and then you smile at me again. I gather the pieces of my scattered heart and I offer it to you again. We promise ourselves that we can cross the walls that stand between us. We can also forget our human roots, dance and dance with the obsession for the movement and let this fire course through our veins.
And then the dawn. And then I'm just a shadow.