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Snowdrop
05:53
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Petite fleur, viens que je te cueille
Ton parfum de printemps, ta beauté d’enfant, je voudrais
Te garder à tout jamais, te serrer contre mon cœur
Sous cette armure de fer, rouillée, et sans lumière
Tu rayonnes de tes pétales dorées
Une auréole surplombe ton regard
Qui attrape dans sa toile, toutes les âmes égarées, comme la mienne
Petite fille, si frémit en toi l’envie de m’appeler père, fais-le et je te protègerai
Sous cette armure de fer, rouillée, et sans lumière
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Early Sun
04:34
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The wind blew and the fallen leaves hit the ground
And I stopped; I looked at the sea and cried
Leaving my country side
And the morning lights
It’s only when you board, and start to feel the waves
That you turn and look around to the place from where you once looked away
Leaving my country side
And the morning bites
Where is the one who stands still on the harbour?
Liberty enlightening the world
Speechless, sleepless, singing goodbye early sun
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Shipwreck
06:43
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Cast Away
04:11
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A thousand graves upon the shore
A thousand miles burned by the sun
A thousand dead men lying on the floor
A thousand lives fly up to the north
Close your eyes and dive, stop playing around
Close your eyes and die, stop messing around
I am lost in the waves of the ocean, in the dark of an island
Where no man has ever been saved
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Basics of Sedentarity
03:22
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For every time I questioned my ability to fulfill the empty side
I told myself I’d fly out, but tricked my brain again
Seasons can just keep on changing, I’m going
And I find myself here in this place
I cannot tell…
If I am ever gonna fill the glass
I trained my brain to fear the changes of my mind, I’m going blind…
A bird leaves for wintertime; it’s nature so am I
Seasons can just keep on changing I’m going
And I find myself here in this place
I cannot tell…
If I am ever gonna fill the glass
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Worms' Propaganda
06:42
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Far off, the rebounds they jump and jump
On the stream of the isle, the cemetery looks at me
Down from the hill, souls turning all around, worms crawling all around me
I am the earth, I’m the ground…
I lost every control, they manage me now
They bring down what it remains of peace; remove what it remains of love
They climb up my legs and dig up to my bones
I am the earth, I’m the ground
I am the drowned…
A song at night, a song for the holy melody of the lost
My last breath of life…
An accordion in the fog
The corruption…The madness...The mayhem…
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Down The Coast
08:30
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It’s not the rain; it’s not the sun…
It’s not the pain in my eyes…
It’s not the loneliness, or the people…
That made me blind…
It’s the dark.
It should be snowing all over the place
It would be erasing my footsteps
Make me forget everything I learned
Be a kid again, maybe for the last time…
Am I mad? Am I tired?
Exhausted by the silence of the waves?
By the punches of the sky
The angels are way too high…
So I wrote a story about you and I
About how I landed here, into the wild
And I wrote it digging down the coast
It’s all our loving, and maybe more…
And the tide rose, and then it snowed…
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Outro
04:45
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I didn’t get to write letters home
And I feel so light, on my own
But I’ll come back
Yeah I’ll come back
Soft winds blowing in my back
Shivers, drifting down
But I’ll come back
Yeah I’ll come back
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