Solar, moving
Amber and dancing hair
Intense gaze takes shape
And life soars
Goddess of my heart
Child without any shadow or fear
She plays dreaming that we can invent everything, imagine
Stealing for her is very real
She knows...
Am sukune Awa
Daughter of a white tree
With immense luminescent arms
Soon a proud woman equal
Whatever time she wastes
But tonight she falls asleep
At the heart of a tale with a thousand metaphors
Tomorrow her memory will kindle the hope of being nothing but light
The Archer, Life
The buried secret becomes...
Am sukune Awa
Am sukune Awa
Am sukune Awa saïli
Am sukune Awa saï

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