in Marahau
The light was shining
through the bottom of the marshes
at all time of the day
Magical colours of
the curves
all around
in Marahau
The light was shining
through the bottom of the marshes
at all time of the day
Magical colours of
the curves
all around
you will never know
what's in my dreams
even I
hardly know
the ghosts
that travel in my head
yet everything is there
that we don't see
I will not disturb the water
I will let the time pass
and make its own story
or follow the wind
I'll let myself go in
the rhythm of things
the coming and going
of the world
Oh ! but the rest of the day !
scanning the horizon with my eyes
whitish birds are screeching
they are not all seagulls
then the ripples of water that sparkle
like the laughter of a child on Sunday