Birds of Storm

   I like this calm little moments before a storm.

  Sitting there in the stairs

 Lollipops and cigarettes in her little fingers

What’s that bruise on your face Little Bird?

 Milk drops behind the room D6 and the scent of powder

 She does not know what he is doing with the eyes covered by the dark glasses.

You remind me of Beethoven Little Bird.

 Be careful, Little Little Bird, the bad man is bringing everyone.

What?

-E V E R Y O N E.

 What’s your name Angel?

Sitting in a cinema

Look there, right there

His eyes are so shiny

Funny to see this man so happy with such a small thing as

A movie from the ‘40s.

So pure is the shape of his heart.

What you do best, Léon?

Noon, it’s a dangerous hour

Run for your life Little Bird ‘cause life

Does not spare you, it does not care if you are a child

You need to grow up a little to do the Ring Trick

You want to “Clean” Little Bird

No one will believe in your strenght

Why you’re so strange Léon?

–You met a woman.

I finished growing, i just get older –Said her, but remember Little Bird, for the guy who’s aiming, can be opposite.

 Let me water you so you can have roots.

And i always get sad when Léon say: No woman no child.

Everytime i hear him saying “Mirror”.

 Bet you can’t know what she wants

Well i can tell

 So simple

She wants love or death

Had no more time to sleep

Now she’s a Bird of Storm

And she can feel love

In her... well... in her stomach...

–How do you know it’s love if you never been in love before?

 Help her Léon, she loves you

She has no place to go

Open the door inside you do not let it over in the D6

She is right Léon

You could be a team and make your streets be Mean Streets.

Like Bonnie and Clyde and Telma and Louise.

Don’t you fear no more, Léon

She loves you, Léon

Please believe her, Léon

She is armed to the teeth

But you don’t need to be careful.

–If you don’t help me, i’ll be dead by tonight.

The bad man and everyone need to take care of their damn asses

But now run couple, run couple

I’m here for both of you

Run couple run

Everytime i try to stop the balaclaved men from catch you but...

–Death is whimsical today.

Like a clock tick the noise of the guns

Beware the bomb Léon

Beware Stansfield Mathilda.

 Simbolical act plant your plant in the park

Léon you have growed your roots inside her

And she’s a Bird of Storm

Everytime it rains

Thunder and lightings i’ll be sure

That deep in she remember the greatest guy ever

Firing his guns

But for now you can rest in your bed

I know that he’s the only one.

Hey Little Bird

Mathilda, you was Léon calm little moment

Before the Storm.

–I think we’ll be ok here, Léon.

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