oubliés les sourires, horizons imparfaits, silenc’s précieux à l’instant suspendus, Enfant, je crie ton nom
How could I comfort my lost Child
As I, unable to cure the pain
Am not, no more than regrets and tears?
You Son did not have time enough to learn about life and death
No wonder, no why
Numb
Petrified
Missing just like You never was
Transposed in nowhere land
Orphan of our Son
We walk alone, searching in limbos
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(…)« Forgive us now for what we’ve done
It started out as a bit of fun
Here, take these before we run away
The keys to the gulagO children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice »(…)Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds – O Children
Oli.W.P. 