Berceuse

As it rains son, you tend to daydream
Overtaking several cases
There is no sacred song to play
Two owls dancing as it rains

They were flying, concerned about your mess
The other day, they quietly led their last demand
I wish that I could help you son
But every feather grabs so tight

Swept away by a nice and soft caress
Such a sober way to contemplate and pray
Sacred songs will fall apart

After all, fire robs their radiance
Overall, they're left with flat pastimes
Wormholes knocking at the door
Two owls dancing as it rains

They fly and wait, concerned about your growing mess
The other day, I caught both of them just quietly laying
Their only demand
I wish that I could help you
Son, you seem so tired today



Credits
Writer(s): Alexandre Yves Aostin Chouffier, Ghita Amar, Karl Bou Abboud
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