Lyrics:
brise Me touche en voltigeant, La nuit j'aime être assise, Être assise en songeant, L'œil sur la mer profonde, Tandis que, pâle et blonde, La lune ouvre
ton aurore je suis l’enfant martyr qui fond sous le plomb de « oui sire! » Des aigles de fer voltigeant en cauchemars bombardent leur trame sonore
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