Bourpangou is a village in the Bilanga Department of Gnagna Province in eastern Burkina Faso. The village has a population of 389.
You have that shiny way
to express what is in you.
You have the courage to pick up decisions
and never look behind.
If you want to come to me
I will do the best for receive you.
If you don't I'll cry your loss.
Your gesture come from deep inside,
and your truths are close to all we are.
In a sky full of shame your look seems to feed me
as it craves for more.
If you want to talk to me
I'll do the best for listening.
If you don't I will cry for your loss.
Everyone ends and your judgement
condemns me for all my time
because of the things I've said
EASY ACOUSTIC
Everything I cry out for
is the same about you,
in any forsaken and over-reaction.
Everything I can twig of you
can surprise but you are misunderstanding
the simple connection.
Amplify your person
in a universe big as you,
try to identify how deep inside
you manage the world in you.
Everything I knew belonged to
and complied with true,
but now all is permitted in my evaluation.
Anyway all you can pretend from me
is equal to what I pretend from you.
Appreciate the help you've found,
since you drive the strong line
written in your hand.
Thanks for your help!
Everything you do leads to
everything you get, or you waste inside.
Everything you do could match with
all you want to come and appear
over the enclosures in front of you.
Expand the meaning of what I'm saying to you,
you'll find I've been by your side and
Nothing flies away from me like you do
and nothing mirrors my smiles when I'm alright.
Take your hidden smile up
and lead your face towards noble smiling.
Fit your face on the screen and you will get
the right image in the camera and it will mirror you.
Stay with me once again,
and try to let me know how I could get
the light and subject for my visions' race
'cause nothing flies away from me like you do
and nothing mirrors my smiles when I'm alright.
Do you still hate silent noises?
Just pump up on the gain!
One, two, three, four, and I'll mirror you
Time goes by depression,
choosing wise length breaths,
I Just walk one meter down
a sort of quick-earth-ground.
Looking backward and forward
for those things I have forgiven myself
between long steps, crossin' on this lane.
It's a lucky chance finding good words backwards:
my body is blank, full of nothing,
non-sense is my own fault.
Hallucination trails coming up next.
I mean this is just wasting time.
Let me remain again.
So, I used to play with insane toys
hoping my body doesn't grind.
But I only wonder if my silent calls
I only wonder if you tear along now.
But you stay locked up with hope in tomorrow,
you have a key to save your own life
from big damage lighting in your eyes.
Time goes by depression,
it looks fast & comfortable
to play and reply, that's how my jingle sounds.
I flow into fresh waters,
trying to turn my troubles into sleep,
I go back up a mindless trip away.
I drag on drama dream depression,
This time I don't know if I'm so sure
of all the things I spoke about
I want to pour it out of me but I feel the same.
I don't want to be apart
I need a world to live in
I don't want loneliness
even if it could seem the only way to be safe
from this lovely solution
and people that surround me.
If I could only make feel what
I want for myself.
This lovely solution, is not quite what I wanted
it's hard to reach my own dreams
before I wake up.
I'm starting to hate crowds,
I'm searching for isolation
because the people characterize places
I mean to need anyone,
any friend that takes care of me
not like people that I had around
but that I could not love
when my time was not good
although the taste was not so bad.
You know, we've lived together
to find in somewhere a better place to grow.
If only our world had been
Does anyone else have to
give me a reason to live?
I'll wait a second just before telling you
simply what is the news from me today.
I just think that something happened to my life,
and all I can describe
stays within repeating words like these:
I don't need you, I don't want you.
Obscure me, it's what I'm asking for
playing my game.
Tell me what's this game,
tell me so that I can understand,
I can decide my rules,
and hope to see born icons memoirs and regrets,
say that it could seem like years passing through time.
And there is something I could change in my life,
clean any fallen tower flashing in the night.
And there is something that could be
so much better than my tears for nothing,
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
I sure could know in this ring
anything I have learned
is chained between belief
and understanding what has happened
to every of our related skins.
Crosslight whisper back to you
not to lock that vision but take it
like a floating mirror or like a fallen down wall.
Each side of objects appear clear
and attractive but I meant something different.
Mind rewinds those days you need to re-sensetize
your knowledge and going on.
Life is only a section of this time
I would enter with my eyes,
keeping on heart that we'll surely meet again
over the years.It seems your way,
but you're complaining as if it were a fiction,
a film based on you, like a floating mirror
Everything I cry out for
is the same about you,
in any forsaken and over-reaction.
Everything I can twig of you
can surprise but you are misunderstanding
the simple connection.
Amplify your person
in a universe big as you,
try to identify how deep inside
you manage the world in you.
Everything I knew belonged to
and complied with true,
but now all is permitted in my evaluation.
Anyway all you can pretend from me
is equal to what I pretend from you.
Appreciate the help you've found,
since you drive the strong line
written in your hand.
Thanks for your help!
Everything you do leads to
everything you get, or you waste inside.
Everything you do could match with
all you want to come and appear
over the enclosures in front of you.
Expand the meaning of what I'm saying to you,
you'll find I've been by your side and