Testo La Chambre Intérieure

I feel empty in the summer breeze
In the mountain facing me
I see [?]
They're moving in the wind

I hear children play
In the field next to my dad's house
Their voices reach to me in echoes Floating in the light of the fading afternoon

I sit and try not to think
I am entering the interior room

What's love?
How does love taste?
Have you known love?
Love takes courage

Des enfants [?]
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