— Thomas Shelby.
— My hand was blood.
— Oh, mine too.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.
Iron hand in a velvet glove.
Not to let one's left hand know what one's right hand does.
If you're alone and you need a friend,
Someone to make you forget your problems,
Just come along baby
Take my hand,
I'll be your lover tonight.
Toutes les mains
Sont aventure,
Partent pour toucher,
Se savoir alors,
Se résumer.
Toutes les mains ruminent
L’histoire de la terre,
Tremblent de cette histoire.
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