Le Murmure des Anges

"The horizon has no equal, I watch the starry night
And finally see in front, which is meant for me.
Take flight, which is not me, it does not happen.

The moonlight, beautiful, mystical, I can finally admit,
And finally see in front, which is meant for me.
Take flight, which is not me, it does not happen.

I have long noticed this light, away from my soul
Who wants me more than my being
An "after" uneven that I cannot refuse, or throw
In the depths of my destiny ... "

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