Paroles de la chanson Wildpeace par
Not the peace of a cease-fire
Not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb
But rather
As in the heart when the excitement is over
And you can talk only about a great weariness
I know that I know how to kill
That makes me an adult
And my son plays with a toy gun that knows
How to open and close its eyes and say Mama
A peace
Without the big noise of beating swords into ploughshares
Without words, without
The thud of the heavy rubber stamp: let it be
Light, floating, like lazy white foam
A little rest for the wounds
Not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb
But rather
As in the heart when the excitement is over
And you can talk only about a great weariness
I know that I know how to kill
That makes me an adult
And my son plays with a toy gun that knows
How to open and close its eyes and say Mama
A peace
Without the big noise of beating swords into ploughshares
Without words, without
The thud of the heavy rubber stamp: let it be
Light, floating, like lazy white foam
A little rest for the wounds
Who speaks of healing?
(And the howl of the orphans is passed from one generation
To the next, as in a relay race:
The baton never falls.)
Let it come
Like wildflowers
Suddenly, because the field
Must have it: wildpeace
(And the howl of the orphans is passed from one generation
To the next, as in a relay race:
The baton never falls.)
Let it come
Like wildflowers
Suddenly, because the field
Must have it: wildpeace