Mon pays/my country
par Mélanie Renaud
lyricscopy.com
It´s here and over there.
It´s everywhere at the same time
It´s my country
It´s the railway
It´s here and it´s nowhere
It´s also...
An night leading
Side shadows and light
It´s also...
New York or Paris
An airplane in the night
It´s my country
Behind a red curtain
A whole people who moves
It´s my street
It´s my city
It´s my country
The words of a song
The tears of a violin
It´s my blood
It´s my earth
It´s my country(bis)
It´s here and over there.
It´s everywhere at the same time
It´s my country
It´s the edge of the Seine
The front of the scene
It´s also...
Here and over there
It was once
My country
Port au Prince at midday
Montreal at midnight
My country
Behind a red curtain
A whole people who moves
It´s my street
It´s my city
It´s my country
The words of a song
The tears of a violin
It´s my blood
It´s my earth
It´s my country(bis)
An white board
A children
or the hand of a beggar
It´s always
and it´s never
My country
It´s the love
It´s the love
It´s the love
Behind a red curtain
A whole people who moves
It´s my street
It´s my city
It´s my country
The words of a song
The tears of a violin
It´s my blood
It´s my earth
It´s my country(bis)
It´s everywhere at the same time
It´s my country
It´s the railway
It´s here and it´s nowhere
It´s also...
An night leading
Side shadows and light
It´s also...
New York or Paris
An airplane in the night
It´s my country
Behind a red curtain
A whole people who moves
It´s my street
It´s my city
It´s my country
The words of a song
The tears of a violin
It´s my blood
It´s my earth
It´s my country(bis)
It´s here and over there.
It´s everywhere at the same time
It´s my country
It´s the edge of the Seine
The front of the scene
It´s also...
Here and over there
It was once
My country
Port au Prince at midday
Montreal at midnight
My country
Behind a red curtain
A whole people who moves
It´s my street
It´s my city
It´s my country
The words of a song
The tears of a violin
It´s my blood
It´s my earth
It´s my country(bis)
An white board
A children
or the hand of a beggar
It´s always
and it´s never
My country
It´s the love
It´s the love
It´s the love
Behind a red curtain
A whole people who moves
It´s my street
It´s my city
It´s my country
The words of a song
The tears of a violin
It´s my blood
It´s my earth
It´s my country(bis)