Londoner, a bill.
But I sat down
and everything,
bought cars and my house,
forgot everything about life,
while I was tearing apart the house.
On the red river,
with the white beach,
in the middle of the clouds,
between the sun and the moon,
in the house of the stars,
where happiness is hidden,
let it be quiet.
I went down to the river,
restless and tired,
a rock of darkness,
where death was light.
But the girl by the river,
led me into her house,
a flower that gave life,
from La Rive d'Aroule.
On
the red river,
with the
white beach,
where the rainbow ends,
in the middle of the clouds,
between the sun and the moon,
in the house of the stars,
where happiness is hidden,
let it be quiet.