Dans la série des génies morts : Jimi Hendrix. Et voici l'un de ses plus beaux morceaux (enfin, selon moi): Little Wing.
Little Wing
Well, she's walking through the clouds, With a circus mind that's running wild, Butterflies and Zebras, And Moonbeams and fairy tales. That's all she ever thinks about. Riding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to me, With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. It's alright, she says it's alright, Take anything you want from me, Anything. Fly on little wing.
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