ou bien encore... ici
Nous marchons ensemble sur le chemin de lumière. Nos mots sont nos jalons. ItinéraireS.
Comme ces chants nous ressemblent. Comme ils nous évoquent en Liberté(s). Libre.
Autre chant de ce temps...
et dans le vent je t'ai trouvée, mon amie, tes mots et tes longues attentes, et les pages qui filent au long des voies
How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she can sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned
The answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many years must a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea
How many years must some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see
The answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many times can man a look up
Before he can really sees the sky
How many ears must one person have
Before he can hear people cry
And how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
Oh, the answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind