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8 years назад
Testament pour mes enfantsTestament for my children"Give her passion, give it what makes,When all is phony, something is true,Give him this flame that never goes out,That survives even the dramas, the longest, the ugliest.Give her passion, before inviting me,In your big house, in your eternity,This will be his buoy, its survival instinct,When I go find you, in your paradise.Give her passion, dig her appetite,For she reasons, biting into his life.If you take mine, give it at least that,To relieve his pain, to replace my voiceWhen my young unhappy, seek sleepI sing the lullaby, the top of your sunGive her passion, it tends to the ear,She heard my song, and she marvels at,Give her passion, so she clings,If the world is too stupid, if life is too ugly.Give her passion, passion that transports,Who will do it as a bridge, over his dead mother,If I go away anytime soon, qu'j'la see not grow,Give him this gift, which will prevent him from dying.I would not miss it, I do not want her to want me,She has too little heart to bear my big grief.Give her passion, for it to have a heavy heartAnd permission, bursting into tears.Give her passion, for it to have the courage,For it to have a mission, it will be my legacy,Give him this wealth, and I promise not to whine,Although I have the leash, to join you.Do not make me lurch, that's all I ask of youGive her passion, for it to become larger.I do not want to go, I want to grow old with her,But if you decide to trap me in your sky,What you want, I make my wings,If it can not fly, my little swallow?If I ever moved without prior warning,I'm going on a gust of wind, to your great cloud,I'm leaving for good, and I leave,Give her passion, and she made me forgive."