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Le ciel est noir
The sky is black
Where do you come from, my son with such blue eyes?
Where do you come from, my son with such a sad expression?
I've walked and crawled on ten old highways
I've trampled the leaves of twenty treeless forests
I've wandered in front of thirty dead seas
I've aimed at the side of forty mountains
I've traveled one hundred thousand miles on the paths of the penal colony
The sky is black, the sky is black
It's black, it's black
It's a black rain that's fixing to fall
What have you seen, my son, with your blue eyes?
What have you seen, my son, with such a sad expression?
I saw a newborn in the mouth of a wolf
A diamond road
As dirty as the Ganges River
Blood on the statues in the gardens of the Louvre
Blood on the brushes of a new Michelangelo
And ten thousand gossipers who no longer had a tongue
I saw a white bird flying on one wing
Children playing bobèche game in Sarcelles
The sky is black, the sky is black
It's black, it's black
It's a black rain that's fixing to fall
What do you hear, my son with such blue eyes?
What do you hear, my son with such a sad expression?
I hear thunder rumbling at the end of the world
I hear the clatter of steps emerging from the shadows
I hear musicians that no one listens to
I hear one hundred thousand screams and people who don't care
Thugs making fun of a sad little man
The song of a poet who's searching for music
I hear the voice of a clown crying in the ring
The sky is black, the sky is black
It's black, it's black
It's a black rain that's fixing to fall
And then, my son with such blue eyes?
And then, my son with such a sad expression?
I saw a little Black boy on a dead white horse
I saw a billionaire handing out his gold
I saw a lawyer admitting he was wrong
I saw a student dousing himself in gas
I saw a king of Prussia giving me France
An old man running without a chance
The sky is black, the sky is black
It's black, it's black
It's a black rain that's fixing to fall
What are you doing, my son with such blue eyes?
What are you doing, my son with such a sad expression?
I'm going to leave before the rain falls
To hide myself in the depths of a very dark forest
Where all the people are poor
And where man has his own island
Where nothing can be seen no more, neither tears nor wrinkles
And where everything is the same but in a prison-castle
Where executioners kill you by strewing roses at your feet
Where thieves and robbed folks play liar's poker
Where the color is black and the number is zero
And then I'll come back, I'll shout it out to the world
From atop the mountain to the deepest darkness
And then I'll walk on a deep sea
And I'll sink gently into my grave
The sky is black, the sky is black
It's black, it's black
It's a black rain that's fixing to fall
The sky is black, the sky is black
It's black, it's black
It's a black rain that's fixing to fall
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Elian E.ingediend op 24 mrt 2026 - 08:22
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