I saw a young man whose heart beat bare
When I tore your shirt and you either
You will not believe old player manila
a shell cut in half through the
For once he had a set of thunder
And You are the tattooed former legionnaire
you survive long without a face without eyes We share God knows where it is the bad dream
It will slide along the line of fire
Somewhere it starts the game no longer
The fellows out there waiting over
Roll Train rolls off afterglow
The soldiers nodded as dance shake Keeps you lean their forehead and bend the neck
It smells of tobacco and wool sweat
how you look without seeing your intended
Betrothed of land and promised pain
The night you made the color of tears
You Move your legs loosely sentenced
Already stone think where your name fits
Already you're not a word of gold in our streets
Already the memory of your love fades
Already more than you are to have perished
You will not believe of Louis Aragon , sung by Leo Ferré
Tables Oskar Kokoschka, Zadkine and John Lavery : Cemetery Oppi .
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