es partie, oiseau ivre, Poussiere d'Ange t'enfermer. Coline, oh ma douce, Pourquoi mourir a quinze ans ? Coline, J'entends ton rire. Coline, Pourquoi mourir a quinze ans ? Coline
tu es partie, oiseau ivre, Poussiere d'Ange t'enfermer. Coline, oh ma douce, Pourquoi mourir a quinze ans ? Coline, J'entends ton rire. Coline, Pourquoi mourir a quinze ans ? Coline
I hear a bird Londonderry bird It, well, maybe he's bringing me a cheering word I hear a breeze A river Shannon breeze It
Across the hills black clouds are sweeping Across the hills black clouds are sweeping Carrying poison far and wide And the grass has blackened underfoot
Day after day Alone on a hill The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him They can see that he's just a fool
Climb inside my dream of love and pray for better times Better times Oh, Barbara Lee, reckon I got to go Cross Caroline and points below Oh, Barbara
