Anadel - Vers le sud

^ACold, cold morning The ^Dbirds fly South ^ACold, cold fear Bitter ^Dtaste in my mouth

I ^F#mwish that ^EI could leave this^D ground I ^F#mwish that ^EI could break^D free I ^F#mwish my ^Elife was in p^Derfect formation ^F#mFlying ^ESouth to the se^Da

^ACold, cold water It n^Dumbs me to the bone So ^AI can't feel the emptiness When ^DI am all alone

I ^F#mwish that ^EI could leave this^D ground I ^F#mwish that ^EI could break^D free I ^F#mwish my ^Elife was in p^Derfect formation ^F#mFlying ^ESouth to the se^Da

So I’d ^F#mleave this s^Eoul behind^D Yeah, I'd ^F#mleave this s^Eoul behind^D And ^F#mI'd stand ^Etall with my he^Dad held high And ^F#mleave this ^Eall behind^{D A}Birds of a feather would g^Dather to hear The w^Aords of the prophets But it’s like p^Doison in my ears

I ^F#mwish that ^EI could leave this^D ground I ^F#mwish that ^EI could break^D free I ^F#mwish my ^Elife was in p^Derfect formation ^F#mFlying ^ESouth to the se^Da

^F#mFlying ^ESouth to the se^Da ^F#mFlying ^ESouth to the se^Da