(une amorse de chanson en anglais de ma composition...)




Dead Angel


This happened on a summer night

Dark cliché for a dark lawyer of love.

When she remembers the Act,

Her memories reflected in the mirror above,

She knows the Shadow is outside, waiting the moment

The good one for the evil dead-man to leave...


It was like a dirty secret

Probably the worse of her life

She took the risk to quit

Not to take a knife


A guilty conscience needs no accuser

Front of the truth of a deep scar

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