Etat d'arme lyrics by Kells. Brimée, Tourmentée, Brisée, Torturée. Trop de mots qui lassent. Trop de maux qui blessent. Fuir, loin de cet état d'arme. Fuir...
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Brimée, Tourmentée,
Brisée, Torturée.
Trop de mots qui lassent.
Trop de maux qui blessent.
Fuir, loin de cet état d'arme.
Fuir sans le moindre état d'âme.
Prier, Implorer.
Crier, Supplier.
Qu'on dépose les larmes.
Sans que la guerre cesse !
Fuir, loin de cet état d'arme.
Fuir sans le moindre état d'âme.
Et haine ... haine
Fuir, loin de cet état d'arme.
Fuir sans le moindre état d'âme.
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