TO BE To be, the revival of my birth In the dawn of the chalk under the Blood moon at the end of a dying winter To be, emerging from the silence seeing the brightness of the sun the frosts of my heart foretelling of a better spring To be, the fruit and the seed inside a depleted soil flourishing in exile like a tree bursting in April To be, learning to know me keeping eyes wide open and nothing but being just a flesh For loving until death and beyond, may be! To be, soul separating from the body for loving until death same "may be" still. To be, the voices of my castaways the verb "re-find again" washed off all faults exhausting the road of expressions To be, to avoid blackmailing common place extinguishing my volcano of angers to subdue and straddle To be, the gesture who engages the future of re-thinking the architect of return Simply said, the ritual of the Love. To be, dying for a better re-birth The lies of the former days and to be not more being Living is To be.... For dying until death and beyond, may be! To be, soul separating from the body for loving until death same "may be" still. • Adieu Charles • • • #charlesaznavour #être #ripcharlesaznavour #tobe #lyricstranslate https://www.instagram.com/p/Borhbkunhbf/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1597b6b9tqpzc
