Текст песни Né Dans La Rue - Zebda
To
Everything
(Turn,
turn,
turn)
There
is
a
season
(Turn,
turn,
turn)
And
a
time
to
every
purpose,
under
Heaven
A
time
to
be
born,
a
time
to
die
A
time
to
plant,
a
time
to
reap
A
time
to
kill,
a
time
to
heal
A
time
to
laugh,
a
time
to
weep
To
Everything
(Turn,
turn,
turn)
There
is
a
season
(Turn,
turn,
turn)
And
a
time
to
every
purpose,
under
Heaven
A
time
to
build
up,
a
time
to
break
down
A
time
to
dance,
a
time
to
mourn
A
time
to
cast
away
stones,
a
time
to
gather
stones
together
To
Everything
(Turn,
turn,
turn)
There
is
a
season
(Turn,
turn,
turn)
And
a
time
to
every
purpose,
under
Heaven
A
time
of
love,
a
time
of
hate
A
time
of
war,
a
time
of
peace
A
time
you
may
embrace,
a
time
to
refrain
from
embracing
To
Everything
(Turn,
turn,
turn)
There
is
a
season
(Turn,
turn,
turn)
And
a
time
to
every
purpose,
under
Heaven
A
time
to
gain,
a
time
to
lose
A
time
to
rend,
a
time
to
sew
A
time
for
love,
a
time
for
hate
A
time
for
peace,
I
swear
it's
not
too
late
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