THE MORE I SEE YOU, THE MORE I LOVE YOU --------------------------------------- Day after day, every little second The love grows and returns to me almost insane Like a storm which goes up and which thunders Like a lightning which falls on us REFRAIN:And the more time goes, the more you are with me ------- And the more I see you, the more I want you The more the day shivers and the more you give yourself And the more I see you, the more I want you And if the nights are hot, you would have the cause And the more I see you, the more I want you When you go I do not know how to live Without your presence time turns in neutral REFRAIN. The more I am at the edge, the more you return to me insane And the more I see you, the more I want you When the night returns I seek you hands And the more I see you, the more I want you THE LINE OF THE LIFE -------------------- Staying alone on an empty quay As if waiting for somebody To repeat again that she left, that everything capsizes Understanding nothing about it Understanding nothing about it REFRAIN:Where the train takes you away ------- From also far where you return You will return to me I will need it so much Don't you see by signs What the chance draw us I have your life line Traced in my hand You lived only by your dreams I saw only by The fairy-tale was beating the air We loved each other as well as badly We loved each other as well as badly REFRAIN. Let us live our angers together And our tendernesses and our sorrows To make love, to make the war Which are written in your hand Which is written in my hand REFRAIN. THE STREET SINGER ----------------- ON the corner of the streets in front of the cafe And for the lines of cinema, the fallen night He sang songs of all the countries Which however were only with him And the passers-by stopped at the time of a refrain Thinking that he could have made his path But he did not want that path And his life suited him well REFRAIN:As long as there is his song to sing ------ And somebody more or less Who is delayed to listen to it As long as the girls are beautiful As long as the sun is eager to shine As long as he can still dream One does not need money to be rich What count is fame, it is enough to live well To love the life for what it is And he sang But people who cannot see their than their life Said: "Here is the youth of today If everyone did only what he likes What would become the country" REFRAIN. And then looked at them regaining each night Their small house, their happiness in credit Their regular loves, contracted by notaries He did not envy them REFRAIN(1/2). IT'S MY ROUND ------------- REFRAIN:Come on, it is my round ------- Attention Paris, take care Let's drink for your health Your cellars will not rise Come on, it is my round Attention Mesdames, here we are Let's drink for the health Of those who were loved only once Neons which flicker on girls without joy The butlers who solicit from under the fleet Bardot of Lisbon, which is thinned out the leaves of a tired air The old Paris is not as merry as that Let's changes by clink I know a place Where the customers are funnier Let's pack the bag And Clara good evening REFRAIN. The boy looks at us, but tell me what he has To pose all the chairs on the tables? It is nevertheless incredible, at the time when there is one more cat, Let's take all the last and leave Let your neighbor drop by You are annoyed about it, you see it well And I let her girlfriend drop by Come on, I am sleepy, let's come here again Yes but tomorrow But tomorrow it is my round... (REFRAIN.) THAT WON'T CHANGE THE WORLD --------------------------- It is funny, you left And yet you are still here Since everybody speaks to me about you A woman perfume, the echo of your voice Your farewell, I do not believe it at all It's a goodbye, almost an appointment That will not change the world It has turned too much without us It will always rain over London Nothing will change at all What can surely make it open The door which was closed again We loved each other, do not speak about it more And the life continues That will not change the world That you move your house The world, it will go on, And there will be a good reason for it The dust of a star That's what makes the Milky Way shine We loved each other, do not speak about it more And the life continues That will not change the world That will not disturb it The world, it is the same as it was It is you only who has changed As for me, I remained same The one who believed that you loved him It was not true, do not speak about it more And the life continues THE PORTUGUES ------------- With his powerful pick He digs the furrow Of the road of tomorrow He puts heart at it the sun and freezing Are written on his hands The Portuguese in his very red wax Which resembles a scarecrow You saw the strange ploughman Of the concrete meadows and the fields of rubble REFRAIN:It is necessary to go on journeys ------- It is necessary to make roads It is not in his village anymore That one can gain his bread Far from his roof, of his city Five hundred miles towards north The evening in a shantytown The Portuguese falls asleep He arrived At the Station of Austerlitz It's already two years He has the only one idea To earn a lot of money And to return over there The Portuguese in his very red wax Which resembles a scarecrow He does not hear you He is on the way which leads to Portugal REFRAIN. ONCE WE WERE TWO ---------------- REFRAIN:Remember, it was Thursday ------- Remember, we followed The path of lovers It was once we were two Remember, it was the great day The great step towards the great love It was even better than that We were two, that was once A motel on the road to the port A banal evening Two customers, a receptionist who falls asleep On his newspaper He gives a key to each of us He says to us "Good evening" In the morning we reserved rooms apart We do not dare to show that we've hardly loved For eighteen years REFRAIN. We took the fourteen randomly, A little Then your dress slipped into the black We loved each other When later the boy came to bring to us Two coffees with a listening smile You hid He did not see that you cried The child who went itself from there REFRAIN. IN THE EYES OF ÉMILIE --------------------- In its district of old Quebec The street seem to have the accent And the year two thousand neighbors with The house gray from old times But the winter come to burst The St.Lawrence be prisoner Of one December which go well last six month When the days resemble with nights Without break to hope Which can believe that the summer will return to us REFRAIN:Me, I had the sun ------- Jour and night in the eyes of Émilie I my life with her smile Me, I had the sun Night and day in the eyes of the love And the melancholy of the sun of Émilie Became joy in life In its district of old Quebec When the roofs become again green When the children have the dry feet They turn their backs to winter It is the festival of spring The great return of the St.Lawrence One would say that people leave the ground But Émilie is not any more with me I am cold for the first time I have neither her heat any more, nor her light REFRAIN. In that time, I had the sun... (REFRAIN.) THE YOUNG LADY OF DISHONOR -------------------------- She made the pavement along the church There are many priests who request in the street She was twenty years old of honest services Twenty years of good life and little virtues And in that time I went to confession Every Wednesday at quarter after seven I was the last to speak about buttocks And if I thought of it it was by chance REFRAIN:My young lady of dishonour ------- My first love for fifteen minutes That Wednesday I was ahead of time I had missed the lesson of French And I was going to remake myself a good conscience When I heard: "Come here, baby" A glance in front of, a glance behind I was the only kid in hundred miles around Then I followed making my prayer I wanted to make the apostle and I made love REFRAIN(twice). And there is stupidity in this obscure room In this room without joy, without flowers with the curtains It is there that I received the first wound Lefté my childhood with the davit One can better dream for his great first Of couchers of sun or of fields of lilies of the valley But I recited only three Our-Father Two minutes of remorse, one zero in French REFRAIN. MARIE-JEANNE ------------ It was on June four, the sun typed since the morning I dealt with the vine and my brother charged the hay And the hour of the lunch come, one is turned over to the house And our mother shouted from the kitchen: "Wipe your feet on the door mat" Then she says to us that she had news of Borough-the-Essonnes This morning Marie-Jeanne Guillaume crossed the bridge over the Garonne And my father called to my mother while passing the dish of gratin to us: "This Marie-Jeanne, she was not very malignant, thus pass me the bread. There are well still two hectares to plow in the field of the cane." And mom says: "You see, when I think of it, it is nevertheless stupid for this poor Marie-Jeanne One would say that it never arrives nothing good at Borough-the-Essonnes And here is that Marie-Jeanne Guillaume will cross the bridge over the Garonne " And my brother says that he remembered when he and me and big Nicolas One had put a frog in the back of Marie-Jeanne one evening at the cinema And he says to me: "You remember, you spoke to him this Sunday near the church Give me a little wine, life is quite unfair To say that I saw him with the sawmill yesterday in Borough-the-Essonnes And that today Marie-Jeanne crossed the bridge over the Garonne" Mom said to me finally: "My big, you do not have much appetite I cooked all this morning, and you touched nothing, took nothing Tell me, the sister of this young priest passed by car She said to me that she would come for dinner on Sunday. Oh! and by the way She says that she has seen a boy which resembles with you in Borough-the-Essonnes And he and Marie-Jeanne threw something from the bridge over the Garonne" The whole year passed, nobody spoke any more of Marie-Jeanne My brother which married has taken a store with his woman The influenza came by on our premises and my father died in January Since then mom has no more desire to make big dinner, she is always tired And I go from time to time to collect some flowers on the side of Essonnes And I throw them into the muddy water from the top of the bridge over the Garonne THE GANG OF BONNOT ------------------ At the General Company A car started and in terror The gang of Bonnot put on the veils Carrying the satchel of the boy payer In Of Dion-Button which hid the robbers c Octave counted the value papers and currency With Raymond-the-Science The gangsters in the car It was the gang of Bonnot The banks shouted "Miserable!" When the noise from the powerful engine moved away How to the culprits Who fled with high speed of thirty five miles per hour On the roads of France, swallows and gendarmes Were with their cases, were night and day alarms Some in cap with visor, the gangsters in the car It was the gang of Bonnot REFRAIN:But Bonnot dreamed of the de luxe hotels ------- And of the blue sky of Monte-Carlo In fact he wanted quickly to line up cars But a beautiful morning the police Circled the house of Jules Bonnot A Choisy, with his accomplices Who took a little rest in his room All Paris arrived at foot, by tram and train With rifles, guns and clubs Howling of the balconies, the gangsters in the car It was the the band of Bonnot REFRAIN:And shackles on the hands ------- Tragic destiny Then for the last race One put in the van The gang of Bonnot IN THE FOG OF THE MORNING ------------------------- In the fog of the morning A piece between fingers Sorrow in the heart No reason to come back home On an airport As one would like to fly away In the fog of the morning Nowhere to go On the track of the departure The first caravel Disappearing in the fog I see its wings scintillating I have rain in the eyes In the throat an alcohol taste But already I see it Who took its take-off In the fog of the morning She leaves only one wake Before leaving to far Everything above the clouds Where the sky is always blue Where it never rains She will fly at noon Above my country All that me the cockroach It was nailed there on the ground I have the eyes full with fog I feel smoke, I feel alcohol It would be better for me To turn over on my steps REFRAIN:To go from there a little further ------- In the fog of the morning REFRAIN. MY VILLAGE AT THE END OF THE WORLD ---------------------------------- The wind is engulfed in my bag And on my road there are holes I saw so many streets, I saw so many churches But most beautiful were on our premises My village is far, at the other end of the world And my house is just a song Like snow, my dreams melt Let's drink, my brothers, the vagrants From the Caribbean to the Philippines I trailed my carcass a little everywhere But the paths which lead to our hills Had soft stones for my naked feet My comrades at the other end of the world Forgot me, it's quite fair I send them a dove Let's drink, my brothers, for their health The wind is engulfed in my bag the chance often came It is quite brave, no matter what they say But one should not too much sleep above Poverty misses charm sometimes But the grass is soft for unhappy No more talk and more tars Come to me, my brothers to say good-bye VADE RETRO ---------- If you sing: "My bag on the drawer" It is won, you found the method In six months you will be in the fashion Don't think too much, vade retro I saw a small church Very close to the soft It too was in the the time of the cherries Don't think too much, vade retro REFRAIN:The rengaine, it is the same thing since the Greeks and Ostrogoths ------- And you dance, you move forward with move back as in a tango You turn around, you return to the beginning You see the new wave leaving from the bottom of an old drawer If your girl friend puts on the dresses Which went in "Cléo de Mérode" It is not for pleasure, it the fashion Don't think too much, vade retro I saw oil kings Flamber in Monte-Carlo Hold on, these are the mad years Don't think too much, vade retro REFRAIN:The rengaine, it is the same thing since the Greeks and Ostrogoths ------- And you dance, you move forward with move back as in a tango You turn around, you return to the beginning You see the new wave leaving from the bottom of an old drawer Everybody has his beautiful time For him, it is the rococo For you, it is the time of the rock'n'roll Don't think too much, vade retro IT IS NECESSARY TO BE BORN IN MONACO ------------------------------------ To have the faith - it is necessary to be a coalman To be badly fitted - it is necessary to be a shoe-maker To allure the crowd - is necessary to sing the bunch of mussels And not to pay taxes - it is necessary to be born in Monaco! And it is like that, honnored is who badly thinks It is necessary to suffer in silence That is used when you want to leave France When are you ? REFRAIN:You cannot at exactly the same time ------- the aperitif and the opera It is obvious that you cannot Pay cash when you are not content! And reciprocally... To be a Legion soldier - is necessary to feel hot sand To say the verses well - it is necessary to be Moulineaux To make deals - is necessary to know how to pay a pot And not to pay taxes - it is necessary to be born in Monaco! And it is like that, the Englishmen are British The gardens are botanical That is used when you want to leave Africa When are you from Ghana? REFRAIN. To be strapping man - is necessary to eat spinaches To rise early - it is not necessary to lie down late When one is Cousteau - is necessary to put on a beautiful suit And not to pay taxes - it is necessary to be born in Monaco! And it is like that, as said La Fontaine Mironton, Mirontaine That is used when you want to leave the scene When are you not retained? REFRAIN. ----------------------------------------------------- BIP-BIP ------- At this hour it is always the same thing Nobody advances anymore People hustle Hold on, one more appointment to fail After all, it is not serious The weather is beautiful! And then the main thing is never to be irritated Calm down, calm down It is half past seven on the Square of Harmony The taxi driver shows the teeth to bite The arm on the door I look at the water jets The sun is shining beep beep Oh do not frighten the little birds I have appointment this evening with the girl of my boss She smokes a cigar, she has very small very round eyes If I am late it is always gained The sun is shining beep beep Oh really I am not in a hurry But the girl of at side in the cabrio car My exasperated mother beckons to me to advance But it is already too late still a green light of last She has eyes beep beep Oh she is ready to shoot me That made more than one fifteen minutes that in circulation I would like to do a little conversation But it well to him is the stormy shower which comes all to arrange It rains buckets beep beep Oh the rain fall to him on the nose It is disabled that it is beautiful under the fleet I will help it to give its Bientt hood in its shelter here it is which smiles to me I am soaked beep beep Oh I have the air of a good beautiful wet dog And here is the green fire which has been just re-ignited I pass on the first and each one on its side Of a sign of the hand Goodbye and at tomorrow Ouais, ouais that goes It will make sun beep beep IT IS THE LIFE, LILY -------------------- It is the life, Lily When you go in the streets of the city Everyone admires you and your smiles And your youth make dream the soldiers It is the life, Lily When you go in the streets of the city Which you are beautiful, not very faithful Trop often you flirtes with the soldiers REFRAIN: Turn, turns, time passes In your eyes in front of your ice But you, you do not see it passing It is the life, my Lily When you go in the streets Vendre city pinks or other thing But you give so many nights to the soldiers REFRAIN. It is the life, my Lily When you sleep in the streets of the city You are quite old, you remember That formerly you made dream the soldiers REFRAIN. LIKE THE MOON ------------- One day that I showed my rifle with an unknown It says me that it was beautiful especially with my name engraved above At this point in time it turns over it, that it points the gun on me is said: " High hands! ", then greets me and from goes away REFRAIN: And I was like the Pas moon proud of me But without resentment the life, it is like that Ouais, it is like that The following day in the newspapers I learn that I am required One said under my photograph that the bank had been stolen And that I had forgotten my rifle on comtoir it I crushed black by reading my duck REFRAIN. A few days later it came to see me in my prison It was with my wife than I believed in the house It had the grained air and it says to me with eyes of angel " One came to see you to bring oranges " REFRAIN. Fortunately in my prison I manufactured myself in a few times Of the shoes with heels behind and of the heels in front of So that my geliers did not know which side I went When they saw me passing, they could not me catch REFRAIN2: They were like the moon A little btas But without Lav resentment, it is like that Ouais, it is like that EXCUSE ME, LADY --------------- You changed well pace With your nose with the sky And your eyes which flicker Your p' tit dog which shivers You do not mislead me Va with your cinema Your dress and your shoes Of the color of your car Excuse to me lady, with others but not with me You were never tender It was well too rich You were to include/understand Him to it wolf and you it hind For a double thunderbolt They is really very happy And you can throw powder With the eyes of which you want But... Excuse to me lady, with others but not with me Excuse me lady, others but not with me Te remember nevertheless When one was Bohemian It was always the festival One lived of love and of white coffee You, you took your road Me, I followed mine You I undoubtedly missed you well But since presently I do not have of it any more a sorrow Excuse to me lady, has others but not has me With others but not with me Oh not, with others but not with me, not with me A of others but not with me A someone else if you want... BILLY FROM BORDEAUX ------------------- As of its birth It is insane when one thinks of it With violence It pushed back milk That its nurse a girl without Venue mischievousness from Switzerland Gentiment gave him Because the good wine of Saint Emilion That gives you a heart of lion A condition of putting some in the feeding-bottles It was a baby neither beautiful, nor ugly With small calves But already the world called it Billy the Of Bordeaux one (who?) Billy the Of Bordeaux one The terrible child Detested morbid this liquid Which one calls of the worst water Being the English fleet Billy at ease avenged Us for Waterloo Because the good wine of Saint Emilion That gives you a heart of Ah lion which was content Napoleon It says to Billy " You you I like it For all that you made Me I give you Burgundy " Billy the Of Bordeaux one (which that?) Billy the Of Bordeaux one Of Castille A the Caribbean Sea All the girls De Billy raffolaient Of Msalines Of the queens and from the tsarina Of the Ursulines Everyone passed there Because the good wine of Saint Emilion That you give a heart of lion For trousser the underskirt and the cotillion With all the child that it have make I me ask whether you be Or if I be not a bastard of Billy the Of Bordeaux (which?) Billy the Of Bordeaux one Dear Sirs, Mesdames Voici the end of the drama the good-bye to the weapons Let your tears run Billy single Billy splendid It is historical died assassinated Because the good wine of Saint Emilion That gives you a heart of lion But the enemy watched for the poor boy One slipped to him inside his glass Of water with amount mortal It died in the last glouglou Billy the Of Bordeaux one (who?) Billy the Of Bordeaux one (not!) Billy the Of Bordeaux one (is it true?) Billy the Of Bordeaux one Prince, Duke or Marquis Or Mister de Bordeaux Your blood are made of wine Bien more than it is it of water As, I dedicate this attaching history to you Hoping as tomorrow, you also you it sing BLUE COUNTRY ------------ If you want to know the country Where the songs are never completely merry, Jamais completely sad, But where they are always tinted of blue. Blue as the sky when it is released Bleu as the melancholy when it becomes a music Come! Come with me, destination Blue Country Viens with me, take my guitar, as a boat is taken. On a solo of harmonica, an agreement of piano Viens one from goes away, destination Blue Country AND THE LOVE WENT AWAY ---------------------- A rain of summer in the very early morning And in the old city where one is a day already tomorrow will start and I feel lost As a broken toy that you would have seen already too much Of which your large eyes of child would not like any more And the love be there, and the love himself of go You leave with him, it die with me One have in vain request, one have in vain shout The love we forget, how it forget That be used for nothing to himself use the heart To seek the hand which himself tighten elsewhere You hold well high, the head out of water When one be already so far of boat And the love be there, and the love himself of go As a hurricane that one stop not Like a horse insane which run anywhere Captivating time, foutant oneself of all One exceeded flight of the birds One was crushed the heart of pieces In the insane round of the days which fly away the love was there, and the love from goes away And in the old city which so much saw of it passing an indifferent world realises pretence But I know well that it lies since you decided it It broke, the life arrete itself And the love be there, and the love himself of go You leave with him, it die with me One have in vain request, one have in vain shout The love we forget, how it forget That be useful with nothing to himself use the heart To seek the hand which himself tighten elsewhere You hold well high, the head out of water When one be already so far of boat And the love be there, and the love himself of go As a hurricane that one stop not Like a horse insane which run anywhere Captivating the time, himself foutant of all One have exceed some flight of bird One was crushed the heart of pieces In the insane round of the days which fly away the love was there, and the love from there goes itself SO DRUNK, SO SMOKED ------------------- I do not even remember the color of his eyes, I believe well that they was green, I bet that they were blue. I remember only that I liked them, Tellement drunk, so smoked. In my report fog, I do not find any more his first name. In my smoked ideas I make hardly his draft. I do not know any more that she said, except that I there believed, Tellement smoked, so drunk. Is the lapse of memory that due to what? Ice floes in glass. A halation of tobacco, Dancing in the light. Ca is due to nothing the whole, the lapse of memory, It is like the life. vaguely re-examine a badly furnished studio. But which could tell me the color of paper? Y' had surely a bed, since one liked, Tellement drunk, so smoked. Is the lapse of memory that due to which? An unknown factor which passes. Who is mislaid one night, At the bottom of my dead end. The lapse of memory that is due to nothing the whole, But not to us. A running away in Normandy, to sprinkle beautiful time. A return in Paris, I do not know too much any more how. Except the vague impression that it was foutu. So smoked, so drunk. What I am idiot to have torn his photograph. I would like to re-examine it, I have more his number. In any event I cannot telephone any more. JOYS OF FOOD ------------ I give all to my shirts to the automatic laundry the caretaker assembles me my coffee and my slices of bread But the life is not easy without the joys of the kitchen I smoke only of the havanes, I drink " Castle Laffitte " I have beautiful silk cloths but it is hardly if I benefit from it If there is a thing which I miss, they are well the joys of the kitchen Me which follows health, me which hates the mode Which never made Carème, they are not the evenings that I dine And yet God knows if I like the joys of the kitchen By pity for a poor fellow that the dishes of the day depress is there nobody to save me famine And which is also carried on the joys of the kitchen the kitchen, kitchen I CHANGE THE WIND A LITTLE -------------------------- I do not know from where it comes I do not know where it goes I do not know where goes this train Which carries me far from you I did not take that a viex cap I jumped in this coach Which transports horses And I will go where they go You were however pretty But it is necessary from time to time That I change a little life Which I change a little wind HOW LONG TO FORGET YOU ---------------------- You cannot anything any more for me Seulement to move away from me to deviate a little my sun You put in front of my Tant eyes of small blue flowers I had never seen anything of similar But how much takes it time to forget you, to forget you How long to forget you It is well there, all my misfortune You were the only girl That never I should not have crossed I had given you my heart You wanted already my life One moment I believed any more you to leave REFRAIN. And if our loves, my beautiful, burned Me a little wings I do not have the shade of Pense regret of it of me, I greet you I never had known, neither held Nor seen the love of so close REFRAIN. BYE BYE LUIS ------------ Louis made the wall the wall of Fresnes in the frieze Of the aumonier, it was sure Of sound breviaire and of its tonsure And it said itself " I am there, I am there, finally I am there! " It is in the church that it was gathered Then it was made the Blotti trunk in a bag of Déguisé fabric in linen salts All his friends surrounded already The laundry " I am there, I am there " - how he said to them But the chickens were there too! Oh bye bye Louis, bye bye bye Oh bye bye Louis It is the life, it is the life, Louis! And on the wall of its prison It Once more engraves a small stick That made soixante-douze escapes it failed Voir his wife and the small ones Which impatientent at the house the walk in row by three the balls, soup with the Louis peas does not have the taste with that Bye bye Louis, Louis bye bye In the prison which sleeps Peuplée dreams of safe alarm sounds and each one comes out to see Louis who still escapes And who exclaims " I am there, I am there, this time I am there! " Then one brings back it in sound reads REFRAIN. The buddies say: " t'en do not do That ruffle for another time " But Louis is dark with violin A the thought which his/her Font friends of breakages in the South While in the shade it morfond A nothing to be made his ten fingers It loses the hand for this work It had the taste with that so much Bye bye Louis, Louis bye bye Of Alcatraz with Fresnes De Tsin-Tsin with Saint-Hélène still Turns the rengaine Which repeats the vain prowesses Of Louis: " I am there, I am " Poor Louis there! THE DAUGHTER OF THE SHERIFF --------------------------- One said of the sheriff of Calhoun City That it supervised closely his daughter Anna Lee Malheur with that which sang its song to him It was sure to finish it with the violin It is true that Anna Lee thought only of that And Sunday while Pasteur preached here it is who comes to rub against me And which spins me an appointment not very discrete I failed to answer him of agreement on all But in the eyes of his/her father y' had bazookas I included/understood and I took my legs with my neck At this point in time it whistled me: " You will regrettras it " slept with closed fists when one struck I opened to the sheriff and with his assistant He said to me: " Wire, Anna Lee awaits a baby " I answered: " I do not know this child " It one makes my lawsuit and I recolté Quante-vingt-douze years of which two with deferment I said myself that I would have time to learn how to count And to think of this salope of Anna Lee Like a good claustrophobic, I plated sheet And I beat the record of the marathon a buddy of regiment lent his pad to me But the sheriff was always close on my heels A few years passed and it is not the festival This family of chickens I would not be made there Anna Lee in my bed, the old man with the retirement And it white nozzle again sheriff who says to me: " Dad " IF I SAY "I LOVE YOU" --------------------- Quay of station, evening of cockroach, Return towards the large school, I am fourteen years old, it almost as much His small name it is Nicole It from goes away, I remain there And I pay him a book, a p' tit message between the pages Which it will read in the train If a beautiful day I say " I like you " Especially t'en do not make If a beautiful day I say " I love you " It will surely be with you Since this time I am often All at the edge of the great love But as I am afraid of replonger, My promises turn short. However I believe each time it in his crowned happiness And I distinctly intend myself to lie to Them of all my heart If a beautiful day I say " I like you " Especially t'en do not make If a beautiful day I say " I love you " It will surely be with you Ca is there, this time I know That you will be the last have You all that it is necessary, even the defects to take to me, to like Pourtant do not have you confidence in me And you believe stupidly that I lie When I write these nice words to you That I never wrote front If a beautiful day I say " I like you " Especially t'en do not make If a beautiful day I say " I love you " It will be sure LET'S GO FROM HERE ------------------ One is hardly a kid who it is already necessary to grow a little One is hardly a man who one feels to become old One wants to force the chance, one wants to change the life And one from goes away, and then one from goes away And then the life changes us, one does not want of it more And one from goes away, one from goes away The promised ground, one sees it only by far the promised ground, it is always for tomorrow When one stops on the edge of the Voilà path that one awakes us our dreams before the end The day or the love passes, it is believed that one flies away And one from goes away, and then one from goes away But the loves break, the dream dégringole And one from goes away, one from goes away The promised ground, one sees it only by far the promised ground, it is always for tomorrow When one stops on the edge of the Voilà path that one awakes us our dreams before the end Do our friendships often finish at the end of the season And you my old accomplice, which winds of winter will carry you? One enters the round, one taken some steps And one there from goes away, and then one from goes away time the one second and it is the end of the world And one from goes away, one from there goes itself