I used up all my words to tell you that I love you land
I went into the sky to find the pen of hell
I survive the fire of the Stone Age
If I can save a few races
I do not want to take any glory
Neither under nor the cross and that justice is
See Lord as I have lost my mind
Lord where? When I know me rebel
Flames coming fraternal. I am so!
At the root I take the words they will understand
Long ago a world only asked to live
After 6 years 0OO0 hand here, from here the cities have fallen asleep
By je ne sais quoi perhaps ignorance
Where is the fire burned through intolerance
There is apart of mistrust alternating
While there is more water in the fields
And the light of heaven refuses foresight
So she gave and so many caring
After so many wars in the breezes meaningless
Go tell the dictators of what comes before time
The abundance of land that loving flowers
Giant people hear the thousand words of the White Dove
His feathers are beautiful, they herald spring
Hello centuries of wars revenue tailwind they slowly depleted
Children from once refusing to destroy the earth
Where these fires die heather shoulder
Princes are tyrants like heaven angry
Through your letters made of nuclear alchemy
It's always the same old welded to our galleys
One forgets the fire, sky and earth
I used up all my words to tell you that I love you land
I went into the sky to find the pen of hell
I survive the fire of the Stone Age
See my back bent with all these miseries
Osmosis exploring the universe
I just returned from mainland rewinding the rout backwards
And I spend whole nights to save the nightingale singing
Announcing the new winds slowly
For these non-sense or what time supporter discourses elegantly
To avoid offending the wind of these rumors too often empty
A war has resumed there later said that O standard gardian
Go tell people in the giant flaming fires that land intolerance
underground that runs out slowly in the ivy
After so many years of wars rancid bridleways
'll Say I'll pray to God that the fire ephemeral
Just to make a shaky ground
Or drop by drop the water is dripping
For you land the noble lady saffron ribbon


Elisabeth Vaury

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