Segment #21.25 – Les vœux du Flamand Rose

Segment #21¼ – Les vœux du Flamand Rose.
(14 Janvier 2016)
If the moon was an egg on my ceiling
I could touch for her shell
'n I could feel for the girl,
the one which is growing, and hurting
that wooden sky.
The stars turn their lights off
'n clouds smell like a broken night,
I could see through sail, 'cause I'm hell bent
I'll never stop to dig her off
but I'm so shy.
She's the girl under the shell.
Everybody knows her.
Everybody sees her.
But nobody listen to her, so well...
She sings when silence falls
'n I hear the sound of her feather
scratching on the atmosphere
when she goes to fly beyond her jails,
when she goes away.
She dances between stars and clouds
'n I hide myself to watch and find
her beyond her broken shield,
she's the one that doesn't walk on grounds
'cause she goes away.
She's the girl under the shells.
The lady... do we know her ?
The woman... do we see her ?
The one which I feel under my nails.
When I watch to my ceiling,
I see ourselves, I see two birds.
We can't separate two lovebirds,
that's what I wanna sing
when silence falls.

When I look through my eyelid,
the moon is just a broken egg.
Nobody could crush an egg
like you, that's what I hope in my mind
when I see through your sails.
If I could break the moon with my nails,
I could save the woman hidden
through the rocks of this spacial garden...
The lady beyond the shells.