l’arbre nu garde le seuil,
les oiseaux s’en vont.
l’arbre nu garde le seuil,
les oiseaux s’en vont.
Peace guides weary steps,
yet harmony waits beyond —
souls merge with the wind.
Peace guides weary steps,
yet harmony waits beyond —
souls merge with the wind.
They called it peace,
but scattered it like shards —
a puzzle of promises,
glued to no one’s heart.
Where silence reigned,
they planted pieces of power,
thinking absence of fight
was the same as presence of calm.
They called it peace,
but scattered it like shards —
a puzzle of promises,
glued to no one’s heart.
Where silence reigned,
they planted pieces of power,
thinking absence of fight
was the same as presence of calm.
le rugissement éclaire —
graine quantique.
le rugissement éclaire —
graine quantique.