Traduction: Secret Garden. Chanson d'un Jardin Secret.
Guy From Alabama: What band being you playing in? Aynsley: I played in a blues band. Guy From Alabama: Blues band, so do I! Aynsley: Blues. Guy From Alabama: Blues! Aynsley: Blues avant-garde
Waiting here A Heart Full of Love (Marius goes into the garden, leaving Eponine outside the gate) MARIUS A heart full of love A heart full of song
voice uncovers, reveals your hidden secrets My songs, they spellbind and brainwash feeble minds On and on I traveled lonesome roads In the savage garden
Bop-bop-a-whoa Ain't no song like an old song, Charlie Bop-bop-a-whoa There ain't no song like an old song, Charlie Bop-bop-a-whoa There ain't no time
There's Seeger singing in his heart He hopes his songs will somehow start To heal the cracks that split apart America gone plastic And now there's Dylan dripping from
echoes inside Withered roses will never bloom again Carry my weight: Those memories of you! Once I felt that you loved me These days are over, now we're through Our secret garden
fucking pity, 'cause one gets it for a song, but your jealousy honours me, for which I`ve been working hard and long. From a silent Yearning dark a secret
[Cosette stands in her garden on Rue Plumet.] Cosette How strange, this feeling that my life's begun at last This change, can people really fall in
enough to keep your ass from coming back. And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm he says "I beg your pardon, but this is my secret garden!" So if the
as that's enough to keep your ass from coming back And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm, he said "I beg your pardon but this is my secret garden" All
And set this song into flight In this age that lacks of grace Where poets die and leave no trace Do I toil this night long All for a rhyme, all for a song
I desire to tumble I walk through the garden I don't speak well I mumble To life's little tragedy If you touch me I crumble This song's from the wishing
of sacred pillows With your sacred list of children And the wall where you drew windows Overlooking tiny gardens Cut in half by jagged mountains And the secret
From Alabama: What band being you playing in? Aynsley: I played in a blues band. Guy From Alabama: Blues band, so do I! Aynsley: Blues. Guy From Alabama: Blues! Aynsley: Blues avant-garde
on ye hill where shadow wings fell wind rose ye to song and we plung'd in its deep and in plaitiv waterfall depths evanescent recollection ov atavisms secret