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Roses and nettles
Towards what world, under which reign
and to which judge are we promised?
At what age, at which page
and in which box are we registered?
The same questions we ask ourselves
Where are we going and to whom?
And not much in the way of clues
Roses and nettles
The painted hands, the clasped hands
we bow down and give thanks
We beg, we worry
and it’s too late when we have understood
Despite all that we dare to do
and sometimes achieve
We won’t leave much behind
Except for roses and nettles
We are heavy, trembling
like candle flames
We hesitate at each crossroads
In the speeches we have learnt
But as we are heavy
Heavy with love and poetry
Here’s the emergency exit
We come closer, we speak again
we pardon ourselves and rebuild
The only world which is worth the trouble
there’ll be everything that that reunites us
And from all that pits us against each other
we will emerge stronger
And if we don’t leave much behind
There will be more roses than nettles
We are heavy, trembling
like candle flames
We hesitate at each crossroads
With the speeches we have learnt
But as we are heavy
Heavy with love and poetry
Here’s the emergency exit
Gavin✕
Francis Cabrel: 상위 3
| 1. | Je l'aime à mourir |
| 2. | Je t'aimais, je t'aime, je t'aimerai |
| 3. | L'encre de tes yeux |
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Russia is waging a disgraceful war on Ukraine. 우크라이나와 함께하세요!
우크라이나를 지원하는 방법 🇺🇦 ❤️
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Ah yes thank - I wasn't quite happy with either of those. :-)