FR
Le fond de l'air est rouge
Kelly's all smile
At the bright source and sunny spells at night.
But Johnny's in a panic —
The electric machine, democracy.
“I'm staying here forever resisting
The wave and parade at night.
I'm staying here with you
Whatever they're messing up.
I'm staying here in the red,
Gimme gimme gimme gimme why...”
And Johnny's all smile
At pure shambles with a bible in his hands.
But Kelly's in a panic —
The mechanical voice and the militia at night.
“The negative that you believe in,
So tell me why
Am I staying here with you?
Come on tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me...”
Hey you up there —
And to all of our ships:
It's gonna be a great day!
Then at night,
Challenging the skies
And all its birds,
We, the dark angels,
We, the rejected,
Shall march together.
We, the dark angels,
Shall not be affected by
Another kiss of life.
Kelly went on learning from scratch
But to love each other there at last.
So Johnny's in a panic —
His first mishap and those trafic sailors.
“I'm staying here with you
So tell me why
Am I staying here with you?
Come on, Kelly Kelly Kelly Kelly why?”
Hey up there —
And to all of our ships:
It's gonna be a great day !
Then at night,
Challenging the skies
And and all those birds,
We, the dark angels,
We, the rejected,
Shall march together.
We, the dark angels,
Shall not be affected by
Another kiss of their lives.
And to us up there —
And to all of our ships:
It's gonna be a red day!
And then up there,
Challenging the skies
And all the flags,
We, the dark angels ,
We, the rejected,
Shall march together.
We, the dark angels,
Together shall find
Another kiss.
Original text by NICOLA SIRKIS
translated from French by EY@EL
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