Petit temps volé

de Leïla Martial

We've lost the scepter
And the spirits bound and tied
The concepts of this world
Are sold and reified
The sadness of our time
It fits in forms and molds
The venture of our time
Your memories are sold

In my fractured dreams you come back
Confusing reality in abstract
I want to feel your force in real time
They've lost their own
I've found mine

We've found the scepter
The spirit has revived
The ideas of our world
Are bought and multiplied
The joys of our time
They fit in forms nd molds
The policy of our time
Your memories are told

In my fractured dreams you come back
Confusing reality in abstract
Cut them down, the moments can inspire
Tear them down their time has expired

But come with me and start (don't know)
The king, the queen, the empire
Come with me and start fires
The king, the queen, the empire

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