I'd rather be writing
Because of the light of day
I'd rather write down
For my heart's desire
I'd rather be walking
San foiris gle
Rain becomes silver
Leave turn to gold
I would rather look back
It is to fly in the air
Na' behith I cgonai troid
Against life
I'd rather be a child
In joy
Rain becomes silver
Leave turn to gold
Cloth become amber
Wind turn to snow
I'd rather lie on the ground
It's to stand on the mountain
Na' behith to see down from me
On the color of the rock
B 'I'd rather be whispering
To the song of birds
Mere, soeur, la guere n'est pas bonne
Gens du monde la guere n'a que des vaincus
Simple orguell de l'homme pour montrer sa capacity
En detruisant son prochain

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