Le Grand Soir (Live)

Le Grand Soir - Indochine
Cross of wood, it is lovely, the apocalypse
Cross of cold, he is lovely, the Hussar
Cross of iron, I don't see anything anymore
Cross of winter, I don't hear anything anymore
Yesterday, one killed just one man
He fell, an aged child
and my 20 years have died here
And my 20 years have died near to him
I am sent from heaven with a new life
a merry Christmas where the world pretends
Cross of cold, I don't believe anything anymore
Cross of winter, I don't feel anything anymore
Here one does not know what day one lives
Opposite you, hidden underground
Does your heart still beat like mine?
Does your body still fight like mine?
I come from heaven with a new life
A forgotten merry Christmas of lovers