Angel
By The Sons of Mandrin
Around the Fire
From the first moments of the evening
Soft flames come to lick the black;
Around the fire of dead wood
You draw yourself... a star!
And the roof of the night looks beautiful;
The frogs burst into a crescendo;
Around the fire , I put on
The pumps... of the Good Lord!
Already sleep begs us on our knees,
The embers whisper a crazy story;
Around from the dead wood fire,
You fall asleep...
[Words: Christian Décamps - Editions Warner Chappell 1976]

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