STEPHANE GHILARDI
   (songwriter)

… In the earthenware streets,

white and black in appearance,

In the streets of Ceyreste, I saw an angel again.

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A thousand moments of sweetness,

a whole day without time,

Without a minute, without a second chance….

The joy is in his eyes that flood my soul,

By his harmonious, almost admirable gestures.

She lets me guess, without revealing anything,

Its hidden beauties…elusive.

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Ceyreste angel…

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This feline which slides, sublime, takes me on the track,

dirty acrobats and their music.

Without brushing against me, without hurting me, like a queen who stings,

Like a king I abdicate, like a king I abdicate...  

My heart is not ebony, it crumbles, it implodes,

when the girl with a thousand proses goes away...     

My heart is not ebony, it crumbles, it implodes,

when the girl with a thousand proses goes away...

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Ceyreste angel…

And  with her artist's fingers, she paints in color,

the lives and hearts of sad men…

And with her author's fingers, she lies down naked,

on paper, very gently…

The curtain is up, the show is over.

Will I see her again one day  ?

Will I see her again like this  ?   

Caressing its wings is no longer allowed to me.

My eyes are closing, my eyes are drowning...

where are you  ?where you go…

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