Paroles de Seneca
Patti Smith
Oh chariot of insect
Oh crown of wind
Two royal leopards run with him
On a golden lead of tapered vine
Oh the blood sky, oh the blood sky
Vine of a god running wild
Oh golden seed who made the winged child
Run, run my little one
Run out to sea
Run, run my little one
What do you seek?
The canvas is high
The scheme of a life
Written in the wind
The pen, the knife
Run my little one
Breathe a hymn
Breathe my little one
A hymn to him
To him
The master is calling, calling
The canvas is high
The scheme of a life
Written in the wind
The pen, the knife
Run, run out to sea
Run my little one
What do you seek?
If you were his eyes
If you were his dreams
The whole of the sky could not contain you
So run, run, run out to sea
Run my little one
Breathe a hymn for him
For thee
InterprètePatti Smith
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Seneca
Oh crown of wind
Oh couronne de vent
Two royal leopards run with him
Deux léopards royaux courent avec lui
On a golden lead of tapered vine
Sur un fil d'or de vigne conique
Oh the blood sky, oh the blood sky
Oh le ciel de sang, oh le ciel de sang
Vine of a god running wild
Vigne d'un dieu en colère
Oh golden seed who made the winged child
Oh graine d'or qui a fait l'enfant ailé
Cours, cours mon petit
Run, run my little one
Cours à la mer
Run out to sea
Cours, cours mon petit
Run, run my little one
Que cherches-tu?
What do you seek?
La toile est élevé
Le schéma d'une vie
The canvas is high
Écrit dans le vent
The scheme of a life
Le stylo, le couteau
Written in the wind
Cours mon petit
The pen, the knife
Respire un hymne
Respire mon petit
Run my little one
D'un hymne à hymne
Breathe a hymn
Pour lui
Le maître appelle, appelle
Breathe my little one
La toile est élevée
A hymn to him
Le schéma d'une vie
To him
Écrit dans le vent
Le stylo, le couteau
The master is calling, calling
Cours, cours à la mer
The canvas is high
Cours mon petit
The scheme of a life
Que cherches-tu?
Written in the wind
Si tu étais ses yeux
The pen, the knife
Si tu étais ses rêves
L'ensemble du ciel ne pouvait pas te contenir
Run, run out to sea
Donc, cours, cours, cours à la mer
Run my little one
Cours mon petit
What do you seek?
Respire un hymne pour lui
Pour toi
If you were his eyes
If you were his dreams
The whole of the sky could not contain you
So run, run, run out to sea
Run my little one
Breathe a hymn for him
For thee
InterprètePatti Smith
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