Jeanne Mas
au secours
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Far away, spring is leaving, don't forget that I am so afraid of the cold.
Like swallows, I improvise that I need wings.
Far away, closer From the heights, the madness of censorship slides into me.
Like a blond eagle, I hypnotize these stupid illusions.
Help, love stories, help.
My eyes want on you.
My heart is failing in this torment.
The nights disturb me without you.
Far away, on paths that smoke in the mist, I repaint my grudge.
Like a butterfly, I fly over the ocean of passions.
Help, love stories, help.
My eyes are on you.
My heart is failing in this torment.
The nights disturb me without you.