
This is a translation of the french song La Voix Du Sang (on my playlist) that I wrote in response to Les Prédateurs de l'Ombre , the Predators in the Dark, by Panache Culture, reggeaband from Liege,Belgium.
soundfile:LA VOIX DU SANG
LaVoixDuSang-18-7RM-01.mp3
LA VOIX DU SANG/
the Voice of the Blood
the way he looks at life is frightening sometimes
everything resembles a scene from Mad Max
he knows the tricks&treats of this treacherous planet
his eyes undressed it
he tore off its mask
for him it's enough to simply exist as
a poet robbed of his words
his gaze penetrating the texture of its skin
of its flesh down to the bone
he imagines the city
demolished
lights extinguished
he listenes to the silence
a phantom among the ruins
the desert and the Void
he gets lost in Space
take courage my brother
you are still there
the bandits in the debris
will not find you
and that's how we meet
at the dark end of the street
when you look at me
with those eyes that
saw too much
too much
without saying a word
he rejects all lies he hears
his soul rises and dances
when the voice of the blood
the Voice of the Blood
sings to him about
Hope
hear - hear -
take courage my daughter
I'm still there
your friend, your neighbour
who's living downstairs
live & let live
your floor is my ceiling
little bird you're never alone
in your concrete cage
little bird
you're not alone
in your concrete cage
Harry V 2007
Peace Be With You.
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