Indila in The Book of Judgement

My new Françoise Hardy…

“I stir the sky, the day, the night

I dance with the wind, the rain

A bit of love, a drop of honey

And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance

And in the noise, I run and I’m afraid

Is this my turn?

Here comes the pain

In all of Paris, I abandon myself

And away I fly, fly, fly, fly

Nothing but hope

On this road in your absence

Try as I might, without you my life is nothing but a meaningless shiny decor”

Last updated October 11, 2014