By the great roads of Angers
I am unlikely to try it
I still tremble at the fire
To the recalcitrant respect
If the light It wasn't there
I don't feel any harm from it
My arteries suffer rather,
From mute Girondins
From gutted waterfalls, insinuating grace
Of men and women suffocated in shit and in mud
If the neighborhoods that I point out
Are in the mood of people
That's because they cause us problems being present
Weakened in themselves
And porous of by the blood
Yawning in such a strong tone, swallowing your passions
So let them go, so let them die
I am unlikely to try, and you as a martyr
Unlikely on trial...
And you as a martyr
And the galls come back to us from the Third Reich
Whispers in a storm , walking torrent
The slaves left behind will have the grace of your time
If they die, we will point the finger at you
If they die, we will point the finger at you finger
Our trembling is stilled by cold depths and winds
Our trembling is stilled by
Our trembling is stilled by cold depths and winds
Our trembling is 'immobilize in front...
Our tremors are immobilized by cold depths and winds
Our tremors are immobilized by
Our tremors are immobilized by cold funds and winds
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