Au jeu du portrait chinois si j'étais un arbre je serais un saule pleureur ou un baobab (à une époque); l'on rasé dans la cour de récré... Mon fils ne pourra pas aller rêver dessous, snif. Ex Anne Onyme
Did you hear them call you Did you hear the wind of dream just passing by There is another whole world hanging there... upside down Did you see them dress you Did you feel your elbows tied up side by side Someone has brought me a new straight costume... in an asylum
In the mildness of the spring You feel creepy like a worm In your lost enchanted brain You're proud to go
Did you hear them squeaking Did you see your broken wings just flying by They drop me in this fairground... abnormal Could you hear them howling Could you breathe inside your well-known plastic bag It was a mean to get away from this... accident
In the mildness of the spring You feel creepy like a worm In your lost enchanted brain Weeping willow
With the fairness of your skin You feel funny in this world In your lost enchanted dreams You're proud to go... You're proud to go
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rigolo, c ma chanson préférée de cet artiste.
et moi mon arbre ;o))
Au jeu du portrait chinois si j'étais un arbre je serais un saule pleureur ou un baobab (à une époque); l'on rasé dans la cour de récré... Mon fils ne pourra pas aller rêver dessous, snif.
Ex Anne Onyme
Moi je serais un Pin parasol avé les cigales dedans, et le ciel bleu au-dessus évidemment! hi hi!
Smack!
Did you hear them call you
Did you hear the wind of dream just passing by
There is another whole world hanging there... upside down
Did you see them dress you
Did you feel your elbows tied up side by side
Someone has brought me a new straight costume... in an asylum
In the mildness of the spring
You feel creepy like a worm
In your lost enchanted brain
You're proud to go
Did you hear them squeaking
Did you see your broken wings just flying by
They drop me in this fairground... abnormal
Could you hear them howling
Could you breathe inside your well-known plastic bag
It was a mean to get away from this... accident
In the mildness of the spring
You feel creepy like a worm
In your lost enchanted brain
Weeping willow
With the fairness of your skin
You feel funny in this world
In your lost enchanted dreams
You're proud to go... You're proud to go
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