all that will be
timid, it glided smoothly
the district of my gaze
on your pent-up beauty
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chambré, dreams' lips,
have braked in a flash
above your poem's lips
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warmed, the tender view
on the tread of this thrill
began to gurgle an opus
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All that will be, is written
up to the last word…
If you fall asleep dreaming, the love,
you will wake up crying.
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And all that will be is written,
but if I have to cry,
you have to know, my tears
will not remove any line. Ha!
All that will be is written…
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And not long ago,
while I was G, [ground],
I couldn't touch you in any way, but
I loved you… I loved you in my mind.
And I came to the world,
and they gave me a name,
and they gave me a voice,
to be able to answer you,
when you ask me why
the fairy-godmothers
don't fulfill all the dreams.
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The answer is in,
lyrics, lyrics, lyrics… Ha!
All that will be is written…
All that will be is written…
𓇼
And not long ago,
while you were just wind,
I couldn't touch you in any way, but
I loved you… I loved you in my mind.
And you came to the world,
and they gave you a name,
and they gave you a body,
and the face of an angel,
to be able to look at you and hug you,
and when I will be G, [ground],
to cannot forget you. Ha!
Good morning!
Oh, you... good morning…
𓇼
All that will be, is written
up to the last word…
If you fall asleep dreaming, the love,
you will wake up crying.
And all that will be is written.
And for those who cry,
you have to know that their tears
will not remove any line…
…not any word.
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translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi ‧ chic… à ma façon
