Dan Bigras
lettre d un vieux guerrier
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Dan Bigras
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Letter From An Old Warrior
I was young, sir
Almost handsome, madam
In my veins flowed
The blood of mustangos
And in my eyes burned
Desires as numerous
As the Perseids
On a dark summer night
br/>I was young, sir
Almost handsome, madam
I was young, sir
Almost handsome, madam
I had no memory
Just a rage to live
But I was not living, I was burning
Of passion, I was the slave
And I consumed
I was young, sir
Almost handsome, madam
I was young, sir
Almost handsome, madam
My Soul had faith
Martyrs who are dying
Who burn for their god
I was naive, dazzled, crazy happy
From life and you, madam
I was in love
I am tired, sir
Almost old, madam