The prodigious trumpet\'s lips rise to the sky .
It was a summer like no other !
Cotton adorned the bride
and the whip had grown weary ...
the shepherd dreamed
of the flock gathered together .
and skies were no longer steely blue,
scarely disturbed by a few clouds
racing towards the green leaves
of the old south ...
The little girl smiled ,
was the war over in this mild season ?
Another dancing naked
to the rhythm of a napalm riff ...
There\'s sometime tears
on the sun\'s score ...
Ela\'s voice drawing me a river ,
Saint-Louis Missouri ,
somewhere along the lazzy mississippi ...
Young Huckelberry don\'t worry,
under this warm summer rain,
everything\'s fine !
It was a time like none we\'ll
ever see again !
Strong arm holding the trumpet
has reached immortality ...
But was it cotton or snow powder ?
White is always so deceptive ,
even in summertime ...