He wrote on pieces of azure
On the ponds, on the forests
He wrote on the wind, on the walls
But today he would sing

(Rimbaud would sing) with hands outstretched
(Rimbaud would sing) with arms crossed
(Rimbaud would sing) when the time comes
A sun in the heart, a sob in the voice
There in front of the crowd, he would sing
Like a free bird, he would sing
And the whole crowd would whistle
But Rimbaud would sing
But Rimbaud would sing

He left you words from the heart
So as not to die completely
He, the madman, the friend, the deserter
Today, how he would sing

(Rimbaud would sing) with hands outstretched
(Rimbaud would sing) with arms crossed
(Rimbaud would sing) when the time comes
A sun in the heart, a sob in the voice
There in front of the crowd, he would sing
Like a free bird, he would sing
And the whole crowd would whistle

In front of you, you would see
A boat that is drowning
A boat that is drowning
And Rimbaud would sing

(Rimbaud would sing) with fist raised
(Rimbaud would sing) with heart clenched
(Rimbaud would sing) freedom
And love and hell and the river and the sea
There in front of the crowd he would sing
Like a free bird he would sing
And the whole crowd would whistle
But Rimbaud would sing
But Rimbaud would sing

(Rimbaud would sing) with fist raised
(Rimbaud would sing) with heart clenched
(Rimbaud would sing) freedom
And love and hell and the river and the sea
There in front of the crowd he would sing
Like a free bird he would sing
And the whole crowd would whistle
But Rimbaud would sing

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