Balavoine Daniel
Miscellaneous
Tous Les Cris, Les S.o.s.
Words and music: Daniel Balavoine
(c) 1985 Société des Nouvelles Ãditions Eddie Barclay
1 Like a madman will throw into the sea
Empty bottles, and then hope
That we can read through them
S.O.S. written with air
To tell you that I feel bad
I draw with empty ink a desert.
R1 And I run
I clings to life
I get drunk with the noise
Bodies that surround me
Like vines tied with braids
Without understanding the distress
Words that I send.
2 Difficult to call for help
When so many tragedies oppress us
And the tears knotted with stress
suffocate a little more the cries of love
Of those who are in weakness
And in a last hope, disappear.
Chorus 1
R2 All the cries, the S.O.S.
Leave in the air
In the water, leave a trace
Of which the foam gives beauty
Caught in their earthen vessel
The messages struggle
But the waves bring them back
In star stone on the rocks
3 And I collected the pieces of glass
I collected all the pieces
br/>Everything was clear as water
Against the past, there is nothing to do
We should change the heroes
In a world where the most beautiful
Remains to be done.
Chorus 1
Chorus 2

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