Angel
Ambush
In the Shepherd's Pockets
[Words: Christian Décamps]
Step by step,
I climb the rainbow sky,
The wind undresses me,
I kiss a swallow;
In a scent of sweet mint...
A big sun that splashes me,
I feel very little!
Not by a wolf,
The shepherd of the mountain pasture,
On a blurred green of grass
Watch over his clouds;
In a scent of sweet mint...
He turns the bottom of his bags,
I feel so little!
In the shepherd's pockets ,
There is a path...
A very well-behaved snot
Decorating the folds of an old handkerchief!
In the shepherd's pockets
A notebook struts ,
A recipe on each page...
And to spice up a bit of evening...
At my knees,
An ocean of mist
Skin her nakedness
In the turban of a cîme...
In a perfume of sweet mint...
I turn the bottom of my kits,
I don't see anything there!