8 months ago Une scène du tapis rouge du festival de Cannes. Au premier plan, une femme gothique portant une robe audacieuse faite de fines chaînettes en Or et laissant voir une grande partie de son corps pose de manière confiante, de dos, les bras levés. Elle porte des talons hauts et a les cheveux noirs mi-longs. À côté d’elle, un homme néopunk aux cheveux rouges, vêtu d’une tenue originale imprimée de motifs colorés, se tient de profil, regardant ailleurs. À l’arrière-plan, plusieurs personnes sont visibles, certaines habillées de manière élégante, et un bâtiment moderne est partiellement visible. Fanez 2 64
7 months ago You'll take my life, but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket, but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand, there's no turning back The bugle sounds, the charge begins But on this battlefield, no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath As I plunge on into certain death The horse, he sweats with fear, we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near, yet so far away We won't live to fight another day We get so close, near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear, I draw my parting groan HawkStar 0 45
