THE ROADS

The Roads

Courbe à droite
La ligne
De dérapage s'enfuit
Rechigne
D'être étroite

Lasse en rage
Ta route
De comprendre sans envie
Re boot
Le langage

Come and hang to me now
All the tortuous roads
Are made for us you know
When always go and return
The eternal shadows
Are playing with your time
Come that continues the show

Come and hang to me now
All these tortuous roads
Playing with our love and slow
When turn suddenly your roads
That sometimes you still borrow
For the end and for your life
Embellish your story and grow

Come and hang to me now
All the tortuous roads
Are made for us you know
We have the age to go farther
And to leave the ease and go
The good age for a Great Love
Without leaving eyes the road flow

Rôde à gauche
Et filme
D'ailleurs tous tes horizons
Qui riment
Ou décrochent

Roule ou vole
L'étoile
En avion ou en passion
En voile
Mais décolle !

© La Belle