Black Ouverture
Read Black Ouverture lyrics by Indochine on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
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Black Ouverture
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Nos maîtres sont morts, et nous sommes seuls.
Notre génération n’est plus une génération, mais ce qui reste,
Le rebut et le coupon d’une génération qui promettait, hélas,
Plus qu’aucune autre.
Tout au monde est désaxé, tout.
Et nous, enfants gâtés nés pour le plaisir du soir,
La douceur des lampes, le crépuscule qui fond les contours,
Nous voici en pleine apocalypse.
Nous aimons tout ce qui finit et tout ce qui meurt.
Voilà pourquoi, sans doute, tous nos amis sont morts.
Notre faute est d’y survivre.
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Indochine performs "Black Ouverture", and this lyric page sits inside the Indochine catalog on LyroVerse.
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Yes. The related section below points to La dernière fille avant la guerre and Aujourd'hui je pleure with a short reason for opening each page next.
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