It is written – C’est écrit

 

She will make you change the race of clouds,

Sweep your plans, get old before due time

You will lose her hundred times in harbors steams,

It is written…

 

She will return wounded in another one’s perfumes,

You will hear her scream: « Go to hell! »

She ‘ll want you to forgive, and you will forgive,

It is written…

 

She doesn’t leave your memory,

Neither night nor day.

She dances behind fogs.

And you, you search and you run.

 

You will pray till the hours when nobody listens,

You will empty all the bars she will put on your road.

You will spend many nights watching outside,

It is written…

 

She doesn’t leave your memory,

Neither night nor day.

She dances behind fogs.

And you, you look and you run.

But there is no love without stories.

And you dream, you dream…

 

What does she likes? What does she wants ?

And these shadows she draws you around the eyes?

What does she likes?

 

What does she dreams? Who does she sees?

And these ropes she ties around your arms?

What does she dreams?

 

 

I shall listen to you telling me her sighs, her laces,

To think about it fine she’s not beautiful anymore,

That you’ve already been through stronger moments,

Since…

 

She doesn’t leave your memory,

Neither night nor day.

She dances behind fogs.

And you, you look and you run.

But there is no love without stories.

Oh! You dream, you dream…

 

She doesn’t leave your memory,

She dances behind fogs.

And me, I’ve lived the same story;

Since then, I ‘m counting the days.