Noir-Des
Pendant que la marée monte
Et que chacun refait ses comptes
J'emmène au creux de mon ombre
Des poussières de toi
Le vent les portera
Tout disparaîtra mais
Le vent nous portera
Noir Desir
i can't stop
Imodium please!
Et que chacun refait ses comptes
J'emmène au creux de mon ombre
Des poussières de toi
Le vent les portera
Tout disparaîtra mais
Le vent nous portera
Noir Desir
i can't stop
Imodium please!
posted by rouba at
2:30 AM
3 Comments:
good choice. too bad they wont be making more music in the near future.
By
Paul, at Monday, October 16, 2006 11:14:00 PM
:)
men!
By
rouba, at Monday, October 16, 2006 11:40:00 PM
no, I can easily say
women
:)
By
Anonymous, at Tuesday, October 17, 2006 4:28:00 PM
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