Certaines mélodies s’imposent à nous sans prévenir. Elles nous trottent dans la tête, l’air de rien, comme des messages de notre inconscient.

La pluie tombera comme les larmes d’une étoile

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow’s rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime’s argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star, like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are