SYBILLA

The world opens up to you
The sky is iridescent
And show you the way.
He sings your praise
To you, my daughter.
My little angel
Sybil

You are my best gift.
Your mother’s smile, like a caress
Is a promise,

To you dear child
Know that love is your home
You are the fruit, the song
To the point of madness
He sings your praise.

To you, my daughter.
My little angel
Sybil

And the sun rises over the city.
As my life pushes me away
I’m thinking of you Sybil
You open your eyes to your first mornings

Know! Little Sybil
Let your gaze flood
With the muses I compete
And I shout it to the world
He sings your praise
To you, my daughter.
My little angel
Sybil

Rémy Alacchi – Tous droits réservés – 2018