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At the border where the howling dogs and
Crying Lions
Where the sun lies in an obedient
Embrace the sky
I'll give you the brittle stem
Herbs
Subtle smell of tar and a little
Corn

At the border where there are no roads but traffic lights
Where gray women shave their temples
I'll help you look for a pretext
To forget easily that we were close

It will be a night in heaven
It will be a tower in the woods
Will you be with me
And He will be pleased
Someone so high
He will bless us with his hand
And it will again become so far

On the border of sullen men and inconsolable friends
Where to celebrate the Hundred Years War, quiet
I'll save you from the pangs of old age
Our scores and days are numbered

It will be a night in heaven
It will be a tower in the woods
Will you be with me
And He will be pleased
Someone so high
He will bless us with his hand
And it will again become so far
It will be a night in heaven
It will be a tower in the woods
Will you be with me
And He will be pleased
Someone so high
He will bless us with his hand
And it will again become so far

At the border where dogs howl and cry Lions
Where the sun goes obedient to embrace the sky
I'll give you fragile blade of grass
Subtle smell of tar and some bread