I like to contemplate
I like to look in blue
And then I like to paint
To glaze in blue, I do
Looking out behind the curtains
No colours down
Only that pain
Nobody’s down the street
Am I the only want to see?
It seems silence does not deaden my fears
I still can’t see what I can be
Insolent dark tonight
I like the wind’s whispering
In the leaves, then in my ears
The end or beginning?
Never mind, it’s time of tears
I bet on this broken dark sky
To bring answers
To see colours
I love that window’s view
All that nights, cold and heat
Always that kind of blue
In my head, on my lip
Nobody’s down the street
Am I the only want to see?
It seems silence does not deaden my fears
I still can’t see what I can be
Insolent dark tonight
And my hair is blowing
Dancing thanks to the wind
Green tree, what a feeling!
Perfect choreography
Lying down with branches
Daintily dancing there
Just like spring ocean’s waves
Empty street, no one’s there
Nobody’s down the street
Am I the only want to see?
It seems silence does not deaden my fears
I still can’t see what I can be
Isolent dark tonight
Tonight, stars are the only street lamps to me
Merci pour cette remarque que je me suis empressée d'appliquer. Quant au mot "colour", c'est exact, il s'agit bien du "British English" pour lequel j'ai bien un penchant par rapport à l'américain...
