Great modern R'n'B/pop song with female vocals about saying goodbye ...Great modern R'n'B/pop song with female vocals about saying goodbye to your parents' house. Piano, sensitive vocals and a gentle beat create a slightly sentimental atmosphere.
Great modern R'n'B/pop song with female vocals about saying goodbye ...Great modern R'n'B/pop song with female vocals about saying goodbye to your parents' house. Piano, sensitive vocals and a gentle beat create a slightly sentimental atmosphere.
Great modern R'n'B/pop song with female vocals about saying goodbye ...Great modern R'n'B/pop song with female vocals about saying goodbye to your parents' house. Piano, sensitive vocals and a gentle beat create a slightly sentimental atmosphere.
Great modern R'n'B/pop song with female vocals about saying goodbye ...Great modern R'n'B/pop song with female vocals about saying goodbye to your parents' house. Piano, sensitive vocals and a gentle beat create a slightly sentimental atmosphere.
Great modern R'n'B/pop song with female vocals about saying goodbye ...Great modern R'n'B/pop song with female vocals about saying goodbye to your parents' house. Piano, sensitive vocals and a gentle beat create a slightly sentimental atmosphere.
Paroles ... Indie rock. Intro aux synthétiseurs dans un esprit psyché & ...Indie rock. Intro aux synthétiseurs dans un esprit psyché & rêveur, évoluant avec une voix féminine, batterie, clavier, guitare acoustique & basse.
ROBIN HOOD If you know where Robin Hood is dead you got to put some silver roses on his grave Tell him everybody knows his name But a name is not enough to stop the pain A name is not enough to kill the pain If you meet some Robin Hood today you got to keep the fire burning in his hand Put some little candles on his way and see a million stars shining bright again and see a million stars shining bright again If you become Robin Hood some day I wish your wings will bring you to the end Time is long for people in the shade Because these hundred years were not enough to share Because these hundred years were not enough to share Because these hundred years were not enough to share
LES ANGESÉtaient-ce les humeurs de l’automne Mélancolie des feuilles sous les ormes Était-ce la couleur de l’air, la douceur de l’eau Tout ce qui fait encore danser les roseauxÉtait-ce la béance de ton cœur La triste précision des longues heures Ou était-ce le fond du temps, le fond des gens, Profondément, les vivants...?Il est trop tôt ce soir Au bord des battants noirs La lune n’a pas eu le temps De dissuader le vent.Était-ce la hauteur des étoiles Qui ont soudain hissé leurs grandes voiles Emmenant avec elle, les fées Dérobant la brillance de l’étéLes angesÉtait-ce l’insouciance du hasard Que l’on a vu sortir trop en retard Et qui sous ta fenêtre a oublié L’appel du temps, l’éternité.Il est trop tôt ce soir Au bord des battants noirs La lune n’a pas eu le temps De dissuader le ventÉtait-ce la figure du triste monde Colère de la mer qui monte Était-ce le fond des villes, les ports trop loin L’indifférence de chaque matin.Était-ce l’impuissance de tes peurs Les mains vides de sens, dans l’ampleur Adieu le sort, adieu l’exil Adieu l’existence tranquille.
WaitWait for meWait for me my friendI’ll be back again I watch you walkDown from the windowsill Cause I have to meet my devil tonight WaitWait for meWait for me my friendI’ll be back again I hope you won’t hold it against meCause I swear I’ll make it up to you