Maloya
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Maloya
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On est parti là-bas
Sans se douter de rien
En France dans l'Océan Indien
Mais des gens étaient là
Pour nous serrer la main
C'est comme la chaleur qui revient
Maloya My Lord
Et sous la croix du Sud
On s'est assis près d'eux
Près du lagon près du feu
Alors nos violons d'Irlande
Et leurs tambours de guerre
Ne voudront jamais plus se taire
C'est plus qu'une prière
Maloya My Lord
Si les buveurs de sang
Tueurs de rêves
S'étaient trouvés là cette nuit
Sous la douceur du vent
Et le bruit de la mer
Ils auraient compris
Maloya My Lord
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Arzel Gildas performs "Maloya", and this lyric page sits inside the Arzel Gildas catalog on LyroVerse.
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