Description
the lyrics are written by hand on pieces of parchment paper, rolled up.
A song that I love, a French singer Zazie, here's the translation (approximately, in English):
I write what I endure
Small dead on the injuries, I write my fear My lack of love
I write from the heart
But it is always
On that I could not say
Unable to live, not managed to retain
I write in verse
And against all
It is still hell
Who pushes me
A throw ink on paper
Blame those who left me
Writing is always back
The moment when everything collapsed
You do not write
On what she likes
What does not
Issue
That is why
I do not write
On you,
Worry
I write about what hurts me
The list of forces that I have
Miles of my life wasted
Bad prose, poems broken
I write as it meows in the moonlight
In the night I dipped my pen
I write the abscess
I write the absent
I write the rain
Not the weather
I write what is not said
On the walls, writing on the roofs
Writing is always back
To those who have sent off
You do not write anything they lack
We are happy that all is well
That is why
I do not write
On you,
Worry
I write when I hurt others
When my pain is like yours
When the world gives me the cold shoulder
I make him wear the hat
I write blues indelible
It seems less difficult
To say to all rather than a
And to have the final word
It must be part already
To write "do not leave me"
They no longer live under the same roof
For him to come tell him he goes
Omitted is the chance that a
No song of love when it has
That is why, my love
I write nothing
On you,
Worry "
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10/16/09 10:23 am |
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Oh, this is so lovely! |
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10/20/09 9:23 am |
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gorgeous! |
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11/4/09 2:28 pm |
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The use of black here is beautiful. |
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