N'attendons pas (Deluxe)

N'attendons pas

Nos lendemains

J'ai la mer

J'ai la mer (Radio Edit)

Ne me changez pas

à 2 à 3

Un homme

We stopped for lunch near a mossy wall  
You wandered off where lambs could call  
Laid a daisy crown on one so small  
You whispered secrets like they knew it all  

“This one’s Peli, and he’s shy like Mum  
He doesn’t like thunder, but he loves bum-bum-bum!”

I tapped the rhythm on my silver flask  
You laughed and gave me a riddle-task  

“If sheep had birthdays, would Mum be two?  
Could I wrap her up in sky and glue?”

Cig oen bach, in the soft green grace  
She says this field has heaven’s face  
Where angels nap and lambs don’t fear  
I think your Mum still lives right here  

You asked if the lamb could see the sky  
Then laid on moss, just closed one eye  
  
“She’s here when the clouds go by real slow  
She paints the blue from down below.”

You asked if the lamb could see the sky  
Then laid on moss, just closed one eye  
  
“She’s here when the clouds go by real slow  
She paints the blue from down below.”

“Dad, this stone feels like a bed for stars.”

“Maybe it is, cariad. That’s why it’s ours.”

“I’ll dream a lamb dream. You dream too.”

“I always do, when I’m here with you.”

Cig oen bach, by the old stone frame  
Every breeze here whispers your name  
If you lay still and listen deep —  
You’ll hear her voice  
where the lambs fall asleep.

Nos lendemains

Vianney

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