Angel chained to the Earth,
beaten down,
locked in the basement,
kept down there to suffer.
You have been away from the sun for too long,
my dear.
It it time to spread and stretch those wings again,
let the warmth radiate on your face,
to leave the hatred you grew in
like fungus in the dark.
Take your hand in mine,
and I'll lead you to the light again,
where you can join the others,
and fulfill angel dreams.
I'll be waiting.
eh unexpected.
tous les mêmes
by stromae