Abeline Lyrics & Chords By Bernard Trontin

It was late afternoon She sat watching never come to Vincent Crane Under the wet weather swollen door Never came She pressed her knee up Underneath the wooden table As in her...read more

Les enfants de Napoléon, Dans leurs mains, tiennent leurs roustons. S'ils ont compris tous les clichés Ça f'ra d'la bidoche pour l'armée... Les partouzeurs de miss métro ...read more

Je suis une gueule cassée, je reviens du Liban J'ai la tête casquée et ouais j'en redemande Sous mon crâne enfoncé il n'y a que de la viande Qui c'est...read more

Rupert lies on a bed In a chamber and watches the weeds And the feather headed grasses That waver on the grey stone balcony He sees the blood-stained silk white sky Of another...read more

There are crowds in the streets They are crying to be heard There are crowds in the streets They are crying to be heard I hear choes of voices I hear choes of voices They...read more