Je ne sais pas où mettre ces splendides paroles, alors je les poste ici :
Gallows
it was just before the moon hung her weary heavy head in the gallows and the graves of the milky milky cradle his tears have turned to poppies a shimmer in the midnight a flower in the twilight a flower in the twilight
and our screaming is in his screaming our screaming in the willow
they took him to the gallows he fought them all the way though and when they asked us how we knew his name we died just before him our eyes are in the flowers our hands are in the branches our voices in the breezes
and our screaming...
we're waiting by the willow our milky milky cradle our lockets long have rusted his picture worn and weathered our hair is in the garden the roses in our toeses our ears are in the blossoms our eyes are in the branches
Ur bamm! Trugarez!
RépondreSupprimerTrugarez DIT! Ne ouien ket e oa bet savet ur filmig evit ar ganaouenn-mañ... Laouen on o deus kaset amzer o sevel un dra vrav hag awenet :-)
RépondreSupprimerJe ne sais pas où mettre ces splendides paroles, alors je les poste ici :
RépondreSupprimerGallows
it was just before the moon hung
her weary heavy head in
the gallows and the graves of
the milky milky cradle
his tears have turned to poppies
a shimmer in the midnight
a flower in the twilight
a flower in the twilight
and our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in the willow
they took him to the gallows
he fought them all the way though
and when they asked us how we knew his name
we died just before him
our eyes are in the flowers
our hands are in the branches
our voices in the breezes
and our screaming...
we're waiting by the willow
our milky milky cradle
our lockets long have rusted
his picture worn and weathered
our hair is in the garden
the roses in our toeses
our ears are in the blossoms
our eyes are in the branches