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Tombent les feuilles Aux jours, plus courts Qui retiennent Mon corps et ma voix Je voulais vous dire Que je vous aime
Falling are the leaves To days, shorter Which retain My body and my voice I wanted to tell you That I love you Cocon qui s'?©veille Aux seuls parfums Que j'attends Au fond de mes r??ves Souvent Quand mes yeux s'?©clairent Longtemps Sur vos promesses blanches Sans y voir le pi?¨ge Qui danse
Cocoon that is waking up To the only perfumes I'm waiting for Deep in my dreams Often When my eyes light up For a long time On your white promises Without seeing the trap Dancing Papillon ?©ph?©m?¨re Aux ailes de verre Prisonni?¨re du fil de vos secrets
Short lasting butterfly With wings of glass Prisonner of the wires of your secrets Papillon qui esp?¨re Juste un peu de lumi?¨re Pour s?©cher ses couleurs Au feu de vos d?©sirs
Butterfly hoping For just a little light To dry out her colors To the fire of your desires Si forte est ma fi?¨vre De vous, si doux Mon prince J'ai perdu les mots Je voudrais vous dire Combien je vous aime
So high is my fever From you, so soft My prince I lost the words I would like to tell you How much I love you Tout semble si beau Du haut de vos ?©paules
All seem so beautiful From the top of your shoulders Ou je m'imagine Parfois Pauvre chrysalide Qui boit Le miel de vos paroles Pour s'ouvrir Et quitter le sol
Or I imagine myself Sometimes Poor chrysalis Drinking The honey of your words To open itself And leave the ground Papillon ?©ph?©m?¨re Aux ailes de verre Prisonni?¨re du fil de vos secrets
Short lasting butterfly With wings of glass Prisonner of the wires of your secrets Papillon qui esp?¨re Juste un peu de lumi?¨re Pour s?©cher ses couleurs Au feu de vos d?©sirs
Butterfly hoping For just a little light To dry out her colors To the fire of your desires
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Anastacia : I do
Who are they anyway
With their sticks and stones
Don't they know that we know?
There's a chill within their bones
They blame and they mame
Make us feel so cold inside
But they cannot take us there cause we will fight
I think the-
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world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
Chorus:
Who wants a love without anger and rage?
I do
Who wants a world where a kid can be safe?
I do
Who-
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wants to pray for the end of the pain
For the calm at the end of the day
Where there's not always more of the same
I do
Wanna breathe
Wanna move
and not ever feel afraid
Wanna live in a place
Where the truth still find....
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