Blasts From The Past

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An island, between the sky and sea
An island, with no men, with no ships
Uncultured, somewhat like an insult
Savage, with no hope of travel
An island, An island, between the sky and sea
It would be there, facing the immense sea
There, with no hope of expectation
All alone facing my destiny
More alone than in the heart of a forest
It would be there, in my own defeat
All alone with no hope of conquest
That I would know finally, why
I left you({namely} France), I who love only you
An island, like a gold target
(The island is) Quiet like a sleeping child
(The island is) Faithful (to me), I’m going to die for her({namely} the island)
(The island is) Cruel, in the virtue of being beatiful
An island, an island, like a sleeping child
It would be there, facing the immense sea
There, to revenge my vengeance
All alone with my memories
More alone at the moment of death
It would be there, in the heart of a St. Helena
Without joy, without love, without hate
That I would know finally, why
I left you, I who love only you
An island, between the sky and sea
An island, with no men, with no ships
Uncultured, somewhat like an insult
Savage, with no hope of travel
An island, this island, my island, it’s you

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Anyone playing guitar here, what dou you think ?