20.02.2008 | No country for old men
Namib desert, Sud Namibie, décembre 2007
on quitte luderitz. désert. route goudronnée (!). chaleur. chevaux. midi, couleur crade aplatie.
tout ça, et tout autour du vide, rien.
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When I walk beside her
I am the better man
When I look to leave her
I always stagger back again
Once I built an ivory tower
So I could worship from above
When I climb down to be set free
She took me in again
There's a big
A big hard sun
Beating on the big people
In the big hard world
When she comes to greet me
She is mercy at my feet
I see her inner charm
She just throws it back at me
Once I dug an early grave
To find a better land
She just smiled and laughed at me
And took her rules back again
[CHORUS]
When I go to cross that river
She is comfort by my side
When I try to understand
She just opens up her hands
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Once I stood to lose her
And I saw what I had done
Bowed down and threw away the hours
Of her garden and her sun
So I tried to want her
I turned to see her weep
40 days and 40 nights
And it's still coming down on me
[CHORUS]
Ecrit par : eddie vénère | 28.02.2008