The Fifth Season Lyrics & Chords By Machiavel

The snow pearled the sky and slowly it melted drop by drop
A rainbow of eight colours was hanging in the sky
Offered by the gods for the new season
Under a cleaned sky, as far as its blue bark
The mural notches bustled up like bursting scales
The hollow of the valleys swallowed the shade of burning winds
A lemon clearness shouted out the reunion of the moon and the sun
Breaking idols of the fading stars
The tree had no birds, no dead leaves, just flowers and fruits!
There was no day, no night, just a lemon clearness
fareaway, the horizon was slowly wearing
Separated by the sea, a rock and a tree were tearing up
another horizon
It was the beginning of the fifth season
Seated on the stairs of the church a man was left in the lurch
His barrel organ played "Jester", a tune of the seventies
A little boy wasn t laughing he just stayed there and said nothing
With his little merry-go-round that he made turn on the groundµ
He really knew it was not a dream
And while tasting a blu ice cream
Without having a good grouse
With his other mouth he cried
"Mother I want another" It s strange but the boy was me
When the seasons where only four!
The moon and the sun were shining in the sky
Offered by the gods for the fifth season