Béart Guy
Miscellaneous
L'espérance Folle
Words and music: Guy Béart
(c) Éditions Espace
1 It's the crazy hope which consoles us for falling from the nest
And which tomorrow prepares other harmonies for our guitars
Hope rises in the sudden silence of the night
And the mornings that already sing enchant our evenings today
R Come, it's a party during the week, come
I'm waiting for you! You know, nothing anymore
Nothing separates us, come
Come, if the tears have done you good
This smile is already the link
With the beautiful days that come, they come back
2 It is the crazy hope that caroms and falls from time
I see in every stone this light of our beating hearts
The dead, it's a joke the same wave always bathes us
And this bird that passes carries the trace of strange loves
3 It's crazy hope that dances and flies to -above the roofs
Houses and squares the earth is low, I fly with you
Everything is won in advance I start again, I climb barefoot
To the peaks of the mountains mâ ts of plenty of unknown skies

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