Les Murs de Poussières :- The Walls of Dust

He was dreaming of a foreign city
A city of girls and games
He wanted to live other ways
In another time
He was dreaming on his path of stones
"I will leave tomorrow if I want
I have the strength it takes
And I will find better"

[Chorus]
He wanted to find better
Than his plot, than his old twisted tree in its middle
Find better than the soft light of the evening
By the fire
That used to warm his father
And every one of his ancestors
The sun on the walls of dust
He wanted to find better

He went around the whole world
He even asked God
He made all the love in the world
He didn't find better
He came across all the kings of history
Dressed with diamonds and fire
But in the castles of the kings of history
He didn't find better

[Repeat Chorus]

He said "I'm going back
I haven't found what I want"
He said "I'm going back"
He burnt his eyes

He burnt his eyes
On his plot, on his old twisted tree in its middle
On the glow of the soft light of the evening
By the fire
That used to warm his father
And every one of his ancestors
The sun on the walls of dust
He wanted to find better


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