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( C´est encore plus moche en anglais qu´en français):
In my hands
I saw my Trop destiny
often escaping
And the sky to veil itself
In my heart
I saw the colors
being little by little erased
Tant my tears ran
There are always a force, a voice
Which still resound during the days when you do not have any more a Laisse
hope the music to guide you
And the words to carry you
Yeah!
higher
Yes, higher
Than all the suns
Which miss with your dreams
higher
Yes, higher Than all the stars
Which shine in you
Higher!
So many times
I broke my voice
So that only one hands is tightened
That somebody hears me ( somebody hears me)
Where to go
How to exist
Without the force
to resist...
There is always a history which begins
a new departure which awaits you as an obviousness
So that the flame in your eyes
Can finally fly away....
Yeah!
higher
Yes, higher
Than all the suns
Which miss with your dreams
higher
Yes, higher Than all the stars
Which shine in you
Higher!