Sanson Veronique
The Maudit
A Little More Black
I wanted to make a song for you
But I forgot all the words
Yet I I have it at the end of my fingers
I have it at the end of the piano
My heart that beats under my shirt
No longer responds to me as before
Can be he had gray thoughts
And cried tears of blood
A little more black
Comes dangerously
Trouble my memory
Caress my reason
I still have hope
Which comes dangerously
Do I still have to believe in it
Give it a little time
If only I make a happy song
Just once in my life
Maybe I would have finally found
Another way to cry
But now I would be proud to my tears
I will no longer be abandoned
I will have finally found a weapon
Against the sad reality
A little more black
Comes dangerously
Troubling my memory
Caressing my reason
I still have hope
Which comes dangerously
Must I still believe in it
Him give some time

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