What a wonderful world, suite

"C'est aussi simple qu'une phrase musicale", écrit Rimbaud dans "Guerre".

Comme on ne quitte plus certains livres, emporté par la première phrase, peut-être est-on emporté dans une chanson par la première phrase musicale. Et puis bien sûr il y a la voix de Louis Armstrong, et ces "lyrics" aussi, force et simplicité...

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.