Sat on this tree trunk
Listen to him play
He slides his fingers on the strings of his guitar


He plays what he is
Melody's n'tunes pour out of him


He stopped playing music we can hear
Feel the reflexion of his life, his ways, of a thousand stars


Listen
Don't cry

Come with me
I'm with u


He plays what he is
Melody's n'tunes pour out of him


He plays what he is
What surrounds him remains a mystery


Sat on this tree trunk
Listen to him play
He slides his fingers on the strings of his guitar


He plays what he is
Melody's n'tunes pour out of him


He plays what he is
What surrounds him remains a mystery


Listen
Don't cry

Come with me
I'm with u


When he closes his eyes
When he closes his eyes
When he closes his eyes


The desire to follow him submerges us


Everything he does
Makes him what he is


Everything he does
Makes him what he is


Everything he does
Makes him what he is


Everything he does
Makes him what he is


Everything he does
Makes him what he is.