sally-wayana

Dear dear Song,
None melody could remind me off you.
None wind could make me feel your breath.
There were a beginning and a end.
You were, and then you were not anymore.
They took you back from me.

But not from my soul...
And then, you are no longer
And then, you are no longer
And then, in my dreams I can see you, near her.

A new melody,

A sweet one, which is not mine,

One I like to hear.

You wore
A white shirt and a blue jean's.

But I couldn't see your face.

So I could face the truth.

You are no longer.

How could I forget, this day

When my flesh remind me off your présence;

You've been, through tears and strange pain,

You've gone.

Those kind of days, there a rythm and blues,

And my body and soul can remind me off that

Even though  you're no longer,

I got you under my skin.

Sweet sweet song.

You came back, for a moment in your heaven's place,

Finding back your so pure angel wings.

Those wings who help me to fly when I get the blues.

Those wings of faith which help me to love.

My sweet and dear Song,
LUV U, always.

wwwWWow

What a wonderful life you’ve got !

No job !

No guy

Nothing to owning

Even not hope of happiness

And a God for all !

“Oh please tell me how d’you do ?”

Be alive and being dead?

Woooooowww

What a wonderful life,

I can see thrills of graces, dread grows too

I’ve seen zen gloom, for me and then,

When  I think to myself, what a wonderful draw

I can see life of blues, and lots of rite

Bright blessed days, dark sacred nights

And I think to myself, what a wonderful deep hole

 

Oh…How can I do? To see them all, alive

Walking on their melody's rhythm

When me, I am on these mechanical stairs

Standing still, with the same refrain?

Da, da, da, dead, or this famous fa’s song…

Fa  fa fa fa so unfair

WwwWWow
Quelle vie merveilleuse tu as!
Pas d'emploi!
Pas de mec
Rien à posséder
Même pas l'espoir de bonheur
Et un Dieu pour tous!
"Oh s'il te plait, dis-moi comment tu fais ?
Etre vivant et être mort?
Woooooowww
Quelle vie merveilleuse,
Je vois sensations de grâces, la peur qui grandit aussi
J'ai vu des pénombres zen, pour moi et puis,
Quand je pense à moi, ce tirage au sort merveilleux
Je vois la vie, en blues, et beaucoup de rite
Des grands jours bénis, et des sombres nuits sacrées
Et je me dis, quel merveilleux trou profond

Oh ... Comment puis-je faire? Pour les voir tous, vivants
Marcher sur le rythme de leur mélodie
Quand moi, je suis sur ces escaliers mécaniques
Debout, avec le même refrain?
Da, da, da, dead, ou un morceau de cette Fa's Song célèbre ...
Fa fa fa fa si injuste

Lend me your legs

For I can run faster

And be the first at

The arrival

Lend me your hands

For  we could built lands

Our life made of

a little river, some valleys,

A lot of trees, and a huge field

and many flowers

Mine hands can only rock your head against my chest

They can only rock your world,

And make you forget bad places

Lend me your eyes

To see how much you love me

I could give you all my tears

And discover the taste of my being

Lend me your smile

May I could find back mine

Which left me, to gnaw my nails

Lend me your ears

To feel the joy and

Make the pain go …

Mine only like the music that your voice is

Lend me your heart

For I could love me

And after all . . .  be yours

I’ll take yours, to love it

More than I could love mine

So I could be yours

And you could be mine

Give me all of you

I’ll do the same

We could be, we, one.