.Mon pays était beau, d'une beauté sauvage
Et l'homme le cheval et le bois et l'outil
Vivaient en harmonie jusqu'Ã ce grand saccage
Personne ne peut plus simplement vivre ici
Il pleut sur ce village aux ruelles obscures
Et rien d'autre ne bouge, le silence s'installe au pi.
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