l'hauteur, en il-y-a beaucoup d'air

It really wears me out, but for a while, when I'm around, the song skips that part and restarts itself, as if the listener may would've wanted and the player was pushed into. But the deaf child wasn't paying attention, as if he could do it. The music strode against those others, they moved instantly but not him who remained still, no sway of fear persuade him into fleeing.