Charles Aznavour les jours heureux

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At a time when the world is moving
As your heart learns
Misery
You must dye it red
You must paint it with blood
Your reason
When the wolves harvest your harvest
They teach you in spite of yourself
Anger
Let your revolt roar
Take the sling and therefore leaves
Your house
They will be reborn happy days
The green suns of our life
They will return to sow oblivion
After the fire
br/>And will bloom again with them
The perverse fruits of hope
Before mail of carelessness
And happy days
I let my farm sleep
And my tools rusted
In the barn
For the only grain that germinates
Grows alone from my thoughts
In fusion
My heart is gray with hatred
But I don't want to be an angel
Here, take my hand in yours
Side by side you we will suffer companions
They will be reborn happy days
The green suns of our life
They will return to sow oblivion
After the fire
And will bloom again with them
The perverse fruits of hope
Before the post of carelessness
And happy days
But after winds and storms
When will sing peace
On earth
Weighing like a beast
I will come to heal my wounds
On your sides
Far from the world in balance
Between the fear and play
Of war
I will be a free man
I will be a man almighty god
They will be reborn on happy days
The green suns of our life
They will return to sow oblivion
After the fire
And will bloom again with them
The perverse fruits of hope
Before mail of carefree
And happy days

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