"Make our escape, you're my own Papillon The world turns too fast Feel love before it's gone It kicks like a sleep twitch My Papillon, feel love when it's shone It kicks like a sleep twitch Darling, just don't put down your guns yet If there really was a God here He'd have raised a hand by now Now darling, you're born, get old, then die here Well, that's quite enough for me We'll find our own way home somehow No sense of doubt or what you could achieve I've found you out I've seen the life... Lire la suite sur le blog ›
Cet article provient du blog Le Melting Pot De Soylent. Soylent est également auteur de Y' À Pas De Petites Économies # 3 et Angelo BRANDUARDI "À La Foire De L'Est".