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Now i feel the space in betweenThe wall and the car i'm inIt smells the tyre slowly burningI can hear the songI guess it could be anything

Then i open the window paneI pray the light the sparkling lightThat shines upon the grassMy chaperon oh oh

And i smell the rain on the coatShe left when we changed the roadAll those things i never saidAnd it comes todayI guess the scenes could be replayed

Then i open the window paneI pray the light the sparkling lightThat shines upon the grassMy chaperon oh oh

Come and stop at the station by the seaA good land where the rivers goHey i want to knowPlease i'd like to knowThis place where we could collapse
And wake up all new

And i eat all the berries on my wayUntil ohUntil it stains

Then i open the window paneI pray the light the sparkling lightThat shines upon the grassMy chaperon oh oh

Come and stop at the station by the seaA good land where the rivers goHey i want to knowPlease i'd like to knowThis place where we could collapse
And wake up all new

A chaque fois que je t’attendsDans les rues sombres où file le vent
A chaque fois, j’éprouve cette mélancolie
A chaque fois que je surprends
Dans tes carnets, nos regards fuyants
Toutes ces fois où dansent nos évidences
Sur la toile jaunie de nos souvenirs
Un rire, une larme, les vagues de la mélancolie
Sous le grand tilleul où s’amassent les feuilles
J’attends… Peut-être qu’un jour…
?
Tu seras de retour…
(Parlé)
Des volets bleus, une maison,
Sur la jetée de Quiberon,
Les jours heureux…
Des nuées d’oiseaux migrateurs,
Comme une résonnance de ton absence.

Peut-être un jour dans cette allée
Reviendras-tu passer l’été
?
Peut-être ici, demain, peut-être au mois de Mai
?
Dans la lueur de tes nuits blanches
Une caresse, une présence
Comme une douce amère incertitude…

English translation :

PERHAPS ONE DAY
Each time I wait for you
In the dark streets where the wind blows
Each time, I feel this melancholy
Each time I catch
In your notebooks, our fleeting looks
All those times where our evidences dance
On the yellowed canvas of our memories
A laugh, a tear, waves of melancholy
Under the big linden tree where leaves are
piling up
I'm waiting ...
Perhaps
one
day ...?
You will be back ...

(Spoken)
Blue shutters, a house,
On Quiberon
quay,
Happy Days…
Flocks of migratory birds,
Like a resonance of your absence.

Perhaps
one
day in this
alleyway
Will you come back for the summer?
Perhaps
here, tomorrow,
Perhaps
in
the month of
May?
In the glow of your sleepless nights
A caress, a presence
Like a bitter
sweet uncertainty ...

Lost on the highwaySomebody waved to me« i’m Mia i’m lost again yeah »

Come onDrink up all the tea girlI wait with you‘til you warm up your feet
I wait

Gone on the highwaySo far away from homeOh miaShe fell asleep yeah

Please don’t
Worry about the weatherYou’re safe and warmUnder lullabies lightnings

I know
Somewhere in the rainSomebody waits for youBut Mia it’s understoodIs gone
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In the rainy courtyard
In the wet wind of a summer night
A cat jumped onto the roof
Tea in a cup, hands in the wind

Since you left that day
Nothing is the same
Tonight seems longer than last night
Rain makes the flowers fall

Bricks are building life,
How many cracks so fragile are here
Bright eyes once filled with dreams
Cannot open when the morning comes

Since you left that day
Nothing is the same
Tonight seems longer than last night
Rain makes the flowers fall

Bricks are building life,
How many cracks so fragile are here
Bright eyes once filled with dreams
Cannot open when the morning comes