A small bird in a big wood
A wood cursed by a flood
That dashes in a dance
A dance of water... When everything is fine
As the growing flames go crazy
Then all other species flee
A wise bird, a bit cheeky
Swings on the ashes... Of a new sad world
It sounds like another one of these tales
That make you dream so much they rumble
This world and its carelessness
And the bird still dances
Where is the truth? Where is the blame?
Don’t you hear some foolish say this is all shame
Here is the youth Here is the flame
Don't you think the desperates are the same
We can see the smoke from afar
And we feast at the bar
The dancer on the floor
Acts for those who grumble... Before
And all the monkeys run, run away on all sides
Their souls twisted by pride
Have ruined every prospect
With poison and too… too little respect
It sounds like another one of these tales
That make you dream so much they rumble
This world and its carelessness
And the bird still dances
Where is the truth? Where is the blame?
Don’t you hear some foolish say this is all shame
Here is the youth Here is the flame
Don't you think the desperates are the same
Where is the truth? Where is the blame?
Don’t you hear some foolish say this is all shame
Here is the youth Here is the flame
Don't you think the desperates are the same
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