Cette flamme qui meurt
La lumière c'est éteinte
L'amour comme un phare qui n'éclaire plus le ciel
Le vide comme
Pour perser notre ennuie mortel
Je veux tellement que tu me dissent
Et nos problèmes pleuvent
Je n'entends plus l'écho
Je ne vois plus de mains prier dans mes prières
Je ne vois plus les étoiles
Dans le froid de l'hiver qui s'installe
L'amour comme un phare qui n'éclaire plus le ciel
Le vide comme
Pour perser notre ennuie mortel
Je veux tellement que tu me dissent
Et nos problèmes pleuvent
Je n'entends plus l'écho
Je ne vois plus de mains prier dans mes prières
Je ne vois plus les étoiles
Dans le froid de l'hiver qui s'installe
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Writer(s): Guillaume Beauregard
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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