By Nina Simone












" They have dust in their brains ...

Oh !...

Quel pays !... "

Nina Simone

Version vocale/piano





A bird fell to earth

Reincarnated from her birth

She had fodder in her wings

She had dust inside her brains

She flitted here and there

United States, Switzerland,

France, England, everywhere

With fodder in her wings

And dust inside her brains

Oh how sad
Oh how sad
Oh how sad





She watched the people how they lived

They'd forgotten how to give

They had fodder in their brains

They had dust inside their wings

She watched them how they tried to live

They'd forgotten how to give

They had fodder in their wings

They had dust inside their brains

Oh how sad
Oh how sad
Oh how sad





A bird fell to earth

Reincarnated from her birth

She had fodder in her wings

She had dust inside her brains

She flitted here and there

United States, France,

England, everywhere

With fodder in her wings

And dust inside her brains

Oh how sad
Oh how sad
Oh how sad





She watched the people how they lived

They'd forgotten how to give

They had fodder in their wings

They had dust inside their brains

She watched them how they tried to live

They'd forgotten how to give

They had fodder in their wings

They had dust inside their brains



Quel pays
Quel pays
Quel pays





Mmm ?... 

(As you use to say) ...





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