David Jalbert au bout du chemin

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On sunny days, grandmother would sit on a bench
à stayed there observing, keeping an eye on the children
He had to make sure to see us clearly bickering in the ragweed
We discussed the territory while playing barbecue tag
And there's the time of nightmares that arrives overnight
Jâ I had the idea that clandestine mutants lived in the closet
I heard the cabinet doors creak, branches scraped against the balcony
When all my fears dressed in black broke the silence of the house
It's funny there's still a part of me that dreams of sitting like an Indian
Time to choose a profession of clothing rinary or good for nothing
The time lost will not come back, only the one that comes remains
At the end of the road at the end of the road
Imagine four years later I put in next to my old legos
I was looking for lifts on Saturday evenings to go slow dancing
Sometimes I see myself doing my homework in my jumbled notebook ©lo
Often I was a little late because I was fooling around between two jobs
And then it was the turn of others other than us to play bottle in the cellar
And pick up the edges of your cheeks with a cursed ring of drool
The young people from above have only come to call themselves the northern park
I left my little lost corner to be able to make a living from my guitar
It's funny there's still a part of me that dreams of sitting like an Indian
The time to choose a veterinary profession or good for nothing
The time lost will not come back, only the one who comes
At the end of the road
It's right There is still a part of me that dreams of sitting like an Indian
Time to choose a veterinary profession or good for nothing
There is no time wasted will come back, only the one who comes remains
At the end of the path at the end of the path
On a sunny day, grandmother passed away in her bed
I will always remind me that it happened on a Thursday
Her body rests in the cemetery she shines through the wisps
Leaving my grandfather the man who stayed at his bedside
It's funny there's still a part of me that dreams of sitting like an Indian
Time finally passed and then I... I became, ah I became, a musician

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