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My Heart's Boom
Now I get Dali, even the Taj Mahal Yeah, you better believe it, The Sugar Diggy Dun X has fallen in love!more
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Scarface
remix by trapsta beatz from the famous scarface song more
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Woodoo mask
Every civilization erects vanities. The wise man accommodates them better than the king. ** English version The shaman had taken off his hat Laid down his threadbare cape Gave his cane back to the trees Scattered warm ashes Looked at the black sun ---- The shaman had wept day and night Tears of wisdom A trickle, a stream, a river A tumultuous torrent Until his throat was dry --- Alone he contemplated a stoic icon Motionless, his gaze fixed The reflection of a chained soul This powerful calm grounded him Among his people, the living men --- A sharp breath upset things Suddenly the chief's hut shook Rain pierced its thatched roof People shouted "fire", danced, gave thanks People circled around the well of black light --- The hut was nothing but ruin Standing alone amidst the rubble A wooden mask rose Carried by an invisible force An intense glow for the duration of a prayer --- Then the earth became fertile again Furrows were dug in the fields Peace returned to the village Men and women chose A new hut, a new chief --- The wooden mask had been burned And the shaman ordered That it should stop there. - - - ** French lyrics Le chamane avait retiré son chapeau Déposé sa cape élimée Rendu sa canne aux arbres Dispersé des cendres tièdes Regardé le soleil noir --- Le chamane avait pleuré jour et nuit Des larmes de sagesse Un filet, un ruisseau, une rivière Un torrent tumultueux Jusqu’à en avoir gorge sèche --- Seul il contempla une icône stoïque Immobile le regard figé Le reflet d’une âme enchaînée Ce puissant calme l’enracina Parmi les siens les hommes en vie --- Un souffle sec renversa les affaires Brusquement la case du chef trembla La pluie transperça son toit de paille On cria au feu on dansa on rendit grâce On tournait autour du puits de lumière noire --- La case n’était plus que ruine Debout seul au milieu des décombres Un masque de bois s’éleva Porté par une force invisible Un éclat intense le temps d’une prière --- Puis la terre redevint fertile On dessina des sillons dans les champs Au village la paix s’installa Hommes et femmes choisirent Une nouvelle case un nouveau chef --- Le masque en bois avait été brûlé Et le chamane ordonna Qu’on en s’en tint là. --- (C) 2025 Brice-Arnaud Guerin more
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