[Title and lyrics] The Seagull
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I am looking for the title and the lyrics of the song that starts with the following words: "From afar, you can see the seagull flying around a black spot on blue, no one knows that she is searching for her lover.... chorus: fly my heart fly, the seagull took it from me, fly my heart fly the seagull took it from me..... thank you if you can help me.
I am looking for the title and the lyrics of the song that starts with the following words: "From afar, you can see the seagull flying around a black spot on blue, no one knows that she is searching for her lover.... chorus: fly my heart fly, the seagull took it from me, fly my heart fly the seagull took it from me..... thank you if you can help me.
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Below is the exact and complete text from the collection "Garçon la note," editions du Scarabée.
Lyrics by Jean Riondet, music by Pierre-Guy Amiot.
The Seagull
From afar, you can see the seagull circling
Around a black spot on the blue.
No one knows that she’s watching
Her lover.
Chorus:
Fly, my heart fly,
The seagull has taken it from me.
Fly, my heart fly,
The seagull has taken it from me.
Chorus
At sea, who has the strange idea
Of being in love with a white bird?
If it’s not an angel,
It’s a child.
Chorus
Boy, when you were sleeping in Sète,
Under the bright sun on your nets,
She took your shuttle
And flew away.
Chorus
Since then, fishing is well over;
There are holes in your trawl.
When night falls cool,
You no longer laugh
Chorus.
Lyrics by Jean Riondet, music by Pierre-Guy Amiot.
The Seagull
From afar, you can see the seagull circling
Around a black spot on the blue.
No one knows that she’s watching
Her lover.
Chorus:
Fly, my heart fly,
The seagull has taken it from me.
Fly, my heart fly,
The seagull has taken it from me.
Chorus
At sea, who has the strange idea
Of being in love with a white bird?
If it’s not an angel,
It’s a child.
Chorus
Boy, when you were sleeping in Sète,
Under the bright sun on your nets,
She took your shuttle
And flew away.
Chorus
Since then, fishing is well over;
There are holes in your trawl.
When night falls cool,
You no longer laugh
Chorus.
that's what I was looking for, a camp memory...