He ran from flower to flower
He lived like a madman
Far from people, far from everything
He looked at the butterflies
Occasionally gathered holly
For the party at our house
One day, three soldiers appeared at his house
To search, to turn over everything even up to his bed
"Tell us, Thomas, show us where the bird is hiding
Who pecks, who devours all our apricot fields
Oh! Oh! Oh!"
And Thomas had to run there through the paths of earth
To cross the ferns
He was scared of these people
The children, the grandmothers
Who threw stones at him
"Stop! Stop! I have torn pockets
I only have my life, so you have to give it
Take everything, leave me, I don't know the bird
Who pecks, who devours all our apricot fields
Oh! Oh! Oh!"
The good God saw all that
Through the crack of the sky
We lead the poor Thomas
To the dungeon of the citadel
Tonight, he sleeps
But the sounds and the cries
Invade his bed
Now, he was scared
His fear made him scared
And gnawed on his mind
When suddenly, the birds
The big birds of the night
Will attack the castle
And surprise the guards
Save him and cry
Crossing the villages in the hamlets1
Pillaging all the apricot fields2
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Thomas was in paradise
In the middle of the birds
God had brought it back to him
To gather there his apricots
He ran from flower to flower
He lived like a madman
Far from people, far from everything
He looked at the butterflies
Occasionally gathered holly
For the party at our house
The legend of Thomas
The legend of Thomas
The legend of Thomas
The legend of Thomas
1. a small human settlement2. I have condensed these three lines into two in order to have a clearer meaning. Literally, it is:
The villages in hamlet
Crossing, pillaging
all the apricot fields