Angel
By The Sons of Mandrin
So the Rain Goes
Tidd wants to be at night,
The memory box opens;
Clearly flowed my life
When I was a clown, when I was laughing;
But I had soaked my shirt
In a shipwreck!
The circus too much sugar has melted
In the black coffee of the years;
Sister Ballerina has unraveled
To the fine seams of a worn dance;
Rimbaud has dried shirt
In my cloud!
See!... See my caravan!
It needs other colors
And this old heart that jolts
Tell that you will not be afraid;
The beggars of infinity
Chained me!
Load my caravan!
Ten thousand summers will court you
And this old heart that jolts
Sings that you will be troubadours;
So the rain will go away
And our torments!
In silt and wonders,
The horizon bows down
At the loins of a blue net
What we call... the sea!
Pick up this caravan!
Love this horse!
For you begins a long journey!
Sheep in transhumance,
Shepherds of a seventh heaven
From hope
Like the wine of the vine!
[Words: Christian Décamps - Editions Warner Chappell 1976]

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