: Petit Colibri (Little Hummingbird)
Artist: Vive la Fête
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The plane finally lands without closing its wings
The sky fills then with with millions of swallows
In a great flurry of wings the crows, the falcons, the owls
From Africa comes the ibises, the flamingos, the marabous
The bird Rokh, celebrated by the storytellers and poets
Glides, holding in his talons the skull of Adam, the first head,
The eagle dissolves the horizon with a great shriek
And from America comes the little hummingbird
From China came the pihis, long and flexible
Who only have a single wing and fly in pairs
Then there is the dove, immaculate spirit,
Who escorts the lyrebird and the rosette peacock
The phoenix, this pyre who sires himself
For a moment completely obscured by his ardent ash
The sirens, who leave their perilous straits,
Arrive singing beautifully, all three,
And every eagle, phoenix, and pihis of China
Fraternize with the flying machine
Now you walk through Paris completely alone in the crowd
Close to you, flocks of buses roll by, bellowing
The anguish of love squeezes your throat
As if you should never again be loved
If you lived in the old days you would have entered the monastery
You're ashamed when you catch yourself saying a pray
You don't care about yourself and like the fires of hell your laughter crackles
The sparks of your laughter gild the heart of your life
It's a hanging picture in a sombre museum
And one time you are going to see it closely
Today you walk through Paris, the women are blood-drenched
It was, and I would rather not remember it, it was beauty's decline
Surrounded by fervent flames, Our Lady looked at me in Chartes
The blood of your Sacred-Heard flooded me in Montmartre
I'm sick of hearing those blessed words
The plane finally lands without closing its wings
The sky fills then with with millions of swallows
In a great flurry of wings the crows, the falcons, the owls
From Africa comes the ibises, the flamingos, the marabous
The bird Rokh, celebrated by the storytellers and poets
Glides, holding in his talons the skull of Adam, the first head,
The eagle dissolves the horizon with a great shriek
And from America comes the little hummingbird
= =IMPORTANT NOTE= =
This actually is not an original song, but a sung version of a passage from the poem 'Zone' d'Apollinaire.
This also concludes the discography of VLF that I don't have to transcribe myself, which I might do later on or if I get a request, but I'm a little tired of crazy VLF lyrics for the moment :/