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Demis Roussos
Miscellaneous
Les Nuits D'Emilyne
In the evening in these pale blue sheets
she is dying of boredom
and these crystal tears
flow without a sound
we didn't see him grow up
Such is life
but what does Emilie dream of
at the bottom of her bed
at night of Emilie
we imagine them
gently cradled
in fairy tales
and yet I believe
that she is no longer there
br/>I'm not sure
but I can guess it
She sees new looks falling on her
which tell her that she is beautiful
without the slightest word
but what can we dream of
when we are fifteen years old
and we arrive
on the threshold of spring on Emilie's nights
we imagine them
gently cradled
in fairy tales
and yet I believe
that she is no longer there
I don't I'm not sure
but I can guess it
Emilie's nights
mmmmm...
are no longer lulled
by fairy tales
when love comes
He alone will change
into reality
Emilie's dreams