Celine Dion
French Album
Lasts Will Be Firsts
When to walk without any other goal
No more past tomorrow exhausted
Into the nothingness of the cold of the street
br/>When walking without any other goal
No past tomorrow broken down
In the cold's nothing of the street
When words no longer exist
When hope forgotten, dissolute
When even alcohol is no longer drunk
What remains are the broken sentences
Of those sentences that we throw away before giving up
When words no longer exists
When hope forgotten, dissolved
When even alcohols no more make drunk
Remain the scratched phrases
From those phrases we throw before giving away
The last ones will be the first
In the other reality
We will be princes of etern
Lasts will be firsts
In the other reality
We'll be princes of eternity
A bill on the sidewalk
In a newspaper other stories
A random ray of sunshine
A bill on the sidewalk
In a newspaper other stories
A sun ray randomly
An abandoned flower
What others have left behind
No longer new enough, no longer enough
When your place is at- outside
Only these sentences remain like treasure island
An abandoned flower
What others left by
Not new enough, not enough
When your place is outside
Leaving only these phrases as treasure island
The last will be the first
In the other reality
We will be princes of eternity
Lasts will be firsts
In the other reality
We'll be princes of eternity

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