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Translation : Brevalan (2008-04-29 Part 1)

Weapons, cool and shiny ones
Some that you have to caress only for the pleasure
Some that you have to clean as for the pleasure
The other that makes the believers dream

WeapoWeapons, in the secret of days
Under the grass, in the sky, and then in the writing
Some that make you dream so late in the readings
And that put poetry in the speeches

Weapons, weapons, weapons
And some poets available for the trigger
To set fire to the last cigarets
At then end of a french verse, shiny as a tear ns, blue as the earth
Some that you have to keep warm far in your soul
In the eyes, in the heart, in the arms of a woman
That you keep inside of you as a mystery

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