Midi à sa porte

When all the world is a hopeless jumble,
and the raindrops tumble all around,
heaven opens a magic lane.
When all the clouds darken up the skyway,
there's a rainbow highway to be found,
leading from your window pane,
to a place behind the sun,
just a step beyond the rain.

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Somewhere Over The Rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
why then, oh, why can't I?
If all those little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
why, oh why, can't I?

Somewhere over the rainbow, Calvin Russel.
En souvenir d'un terrible concert au Transbordeur.