STEPHANE GHILARDI
   (songwriter)

I'm looking for a patch of blue sky,

A sky that I do not see.

Azure in the middle of the concrete,

Torn by the rooftops.

Immensity is so small between your fingers,

Architects of the inglorious future…

I'm looking for space for two,

The space I don't have

I choke in your claws of fire

Where the superfluous is king.

All these people running

But who do not see each other.

And you  ? Tell me…

How far do you have to go to breathe?

An island, a beach, a summer?

Dream postcard that never made me dream.

I want to stay here in my neighborhood,

And see the kids having fun...

I search on your walls of ice,

A sun that does not exist.

The artificial has stolen its place,

Everyone around me.

But where have the kindergartens gone,

Disappeared under your pencils...

How far do you have to go to breathe,

An island, a beach, a summer,

Dream postcard that never made me dream…

And you my only religion,

Which takes me above the rooftops.

Slip your hands through the bars,

Come on, oh join me...

Let's do like Windy and Peter Pan...

Let's cover their noises with our songs.

Let's redraw together the horizon….

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(Aurélie Ollivier/Stéphane Ghilardi)