Flip, flop, you've drawn a dream,
Sky up above,
Plic Ploc, you took a tear,
Flower, Flower
Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue
Flip (color), flop (green), you've drawn (light) a dream (yellow)Sky (pale), up (rose), above (shining blue)
Plic Ploc, you took a tear,Flower, Flower
Flower, flower, you've drawn my life in...
Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue.
I've got a feeling that you should know
That we could leave anytime
There's a place I found we could goInto the sun we will hide
Waking up I'm gettin so excited
The air outside is so warm
Forget the city we will reach the country
Right to the sun we will drive
Oh I know...This could be our time / this could be a fine time
I've got a feeling that you should know
That this could be our time
the grass is green we hear the birds are singing into the sun we feel fine
Oh I know...This could be our time / this could be a fine time
Been laying low, my head downHaven’t stopped to look aroundIn a while, I’mHolding on to something But I can’t tell you what Left me thinking you were All that I had Oh I wanted you, so bad Oh let me goOh let me go Spent so much time pretendingThat I didn’t mind when you’dLift me up so high,Just to say goodbye againCan’t pretend that I didn’t feel the thrillBut you left me Lonely still Oh let me goOh let me go And everytime I’d try Oh I couldn’t catch your eye And I Grew so tired of the Shadow by my sideThat ICouldn’t help butPack away my timeAnd reclaim, what was mine Oh let me goOh let me go Oh, too much time on my hands Couldn’t seem to keep you backOh, too much time on my hands And now all I can do is ask Oh let me goOh let me go x3
Paroles ... Chanson. Voix de femme et guitare. "L'infiniment petit, c'est ...Chanson. Voix de femme et guitare. "L'infiniment petit, c'est l'infiniment grand".
Dans un seul grain de sableil y a le SaharaEt dans une simple goutteil y a tout l'océanDans une feuille d'érableil y a le Canada L'infiniment petitc'est l'infiniment grand Dans un petit glaçonil y a tout l'AntartiqueEt dans un courant d'airil y a les ouragansDans un quart de soupiril y a toute la musique L'infiniment petitc'est l'infiniment grand C'est comme ça c'est la vieà travers un microscopeou à travers un téléscopec'est du pareil au mêmedes boules tournentautour de boulesqui tournentde boules qui tournent Dans un seul petit motil y a toutes les histoiresDans un éclat de rireil y a tout les enfantsDans un le regard d'un hommeil y a tout les espoirs L'infiniment petitc'est l'infiniment grandL'infiniment petitc'est l'infiniment grand