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• Artiste: David Gilmour
• Titre: Out Of The Blue
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(Gilmour) Out of the blue on the wings of a dove A messenger comes, with the beating of drums It's not a message of love Our children are born, and we keep them They must have the right, to live in the light To be safe from the storm Out of the blue, with wings on his heels A messenger comes, bearing regrets For the time that he steals But steal it he will, my children's and mine Against our desires, against all our needs Our blood spilled like wine Over and over we call . . . no one hears And further and further and further we fall And though we pray that we soon will awake It is clear, that it's no dream at all Our lives are at stake I cannot believe, nor even pretend That the thunder I hear, will just disappear And the nightmare will end So hold back the fire, because this music is true When all's said and done, the ending will come From out of the blue