Le bureau de Will...

Will’s desk by ~Martange

Imagine a winter night
Dead trees, with open arms
A deep and icy night
That you are alone walking thrue
The cold wind burnt your hands
You're almost knees down when suddenly
In the winter night as you imagine
Rises a fire upon the hill.

That's what I felt when I first cross her eyes.

I made a collection of women
And did a lake with their tears
To sit in my carriage
They fight, I guess
But my happiness is like winter
In a landscape upside down
I'm always afraid, I'm still cold
Since I cannot have her.


(adaptation d'une chanson de Cabrel)