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Christian PERUTI – Hiva Oa

Gauguin, les Marquises..   / hiva-oa   Paroles: Archipel exilé, sous un soleil rouge, Marquises s'éveillent, et les pirogues bougent. Il y a longtemps déjà qu'il te découvrit, Tes rives sauvages, ont du changé sa vie. Hiva Oa île de feu, Hiva Oa fut son adieu. Hiva Oa ou il vécut, Hiva Oa ou il mourut. D 'ou venons nous, ou allons nous, Et tout au bout, que sommes nous? Que sommes nous? Bien avant de construire, la maison du Jouir, Il signe la toile des derniers délires. Et il souffle ce soir, sur tes rives blanches, Au coeur d'Atuona, comme un vent de revanche. Hiva Oa île de feu, Hiva Oa fut son adieu. Hiva Oa ou il vécut, Hiva Oa ou il mourut. D' ou venons nous, ou allons nous, Et tout au bout, que sommes nous? Que sommes nous? Comme un murmure sur les plages, Au coeur des lointains rivages. Sous les doigts fins de l 'artiste, Des années impressionnistes. Hiva Oa île de feu, Hiva Oa fut son adieu. Si tu vas un jour, à Hiva Oa, Va voir celui qui finit là bas.. sur les plages blanches, A Hiva oa.. Christian PERUTI - A.C.I. "Hiva Oa" made me want to explore sounds, rhythms, and effects, to let my imagination wander and speak.   / hiva-oa   Lyrics: Exiled archipelago, under a red sun, Marquises awaken, and the canoes move. It has been a long time since he discovered you, Your wild shores must have changed his life. Hiva Oa, island of fire, Hiva Oa was his farewell. Hiva Oa where he lived, Hiva Oa where he died. Where do we come from, where are we going, And at the very end, what are we? What are we? Long before building, the House of Pleasure, He paints on the canvas of the last deliriums. And tonight he blows on your white shores, In the heart of Atuona, like a wind of revenge. Hiva Oa, island of fire, Hiva Oa was his farewell. Hiva Oa where he lived, Hiva Oa where he died. Where do we come from, where are we going, And at the very end, what are we? What are we? Like a whisper on the beaches, In the heart of distant shores. Under the delicate fingers of the artist, Years of Impressionism. Hiva Oa, island of fire, Hiva Oa was his farewell. If you ever go to Hiva Oa, Go see the one who ended up there… on the white beaches, In Hiva Oa… chrsitian PERUTI - A.C.I.