It must be a sign

It must be a sign
Everything must be all right
Take my hand to the other side
Take the control
I'm under the control

{Denise Colomb, spoken:}
There was Colette Thomas, now Colette Thomas, she was a little wonder
She had a little pleated skirt - plaid - a white sweater,
She was blonde and she really looked like a little girl.
Although, you could read all the emotion in her gaze
But when she read Artaud, now that, it was sublime,
For me, it was sublime

{Choir:}
Bus junelo a puri goli
E men arate sos guillabella
Duquelando palal gres berrochi
Prejenelo a undebé sos bue
Orchcialli ta andiar dinelo
Andoba sueti rugis pre alngari

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Translation:
When I listen to the ancient voice of my blood
That sings and cries recalling
The horror of past centuries
I agree with God who perfumes my soul
And I sow the world
Roses instead of pain