Une chanson que j'ai écrite après notre premier séjour en Ecosse ; en voici les paroles (enregistrement accoustique live) :
He has no name, he has no head.
He doesn’t really go where he wants to.
He runs like the air, down there.
No matter he doesn’t have to care about anything.
She’s with him in this city.
She doesn’t really know where they go through.
This is dark this is strange.
And a lot of ghosts are laughing at them.
They enjoy their day.
They went to the north.
They didn’t really know where they went to.
They stopped, they saw
The most beautiful places they have ever seen before.
“You know it could be tonight”
“You know it could be tonight”
“You know it could be tonight”
He saw in her eyes he had to…
“Would you want to be my wife?”
“Would you want to be my wife?”
“Would you want to be my wife?”
She said yes and they decided to enjoy their night…
They enjoyed their night
They enjoyed their life
They enjoyed their life
