Jeanne Mas
un aigle blanc
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With a sun on your forehead, a desert as a horizon
A pair of blue jeans that we respect, the appearance is clear.
The look full of its ambitions, from cidé, never from a boss
Luck reduced to net profit, that's all he wants.
I want to live from my illusions
But still live like a white eagle.
Let me live without reasoning
That we must live, in the absolute.
Hands outstretched in a stream, the freshness covering his skin
He finally displays the smile of a breathing man.