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Francis Cabrel
Miscellaneous
It's written
She will make you change the course of the clouds,
Sweep away your projects, age well before your time,
You will lose her a hundred times
In the vapors of the ports,
It is written...
She will return wounded
In the perfumes of another,
You will hear yourself screaming
“May the devils prevail”,
She will want you to forgive,
And you will forgive,
It’s crit...
She never leaves your memory
Neither the night nor the day,
She dances behind the fogs
And you, you seek and run.
You will pray until the hours
Or no one listens,
You will empty all the bars
That she will put in your path,
Go away will spend nights
Looking outside.
It's written...
She never leaves your memory
Neither the night nor the day,
She dances behind the fogs
And you, you search and you run,
But there are no loves without stories.
And you dream, you dream...
What does she like, what does she want?
And these shadows that she draws on you
Around the eyes?
What does she like?
What is she dreaming, who is she seeing?
And those ropes that she wraps around your arms?
What is she dreaming?
I will listen to you tell me her sighs,
Her lace,
Why think about it
She is no longer really beautiful,
That you have already gone through
Through stronger moments,
Since...
It no longer leaves your memory
Nor the night, nor day,
She dances behind the mists
You search and you run,
But there are no loves without stories
Oh you dream, you dreams...
She never leaves your memory
She dances behind the fogs
And I lived the same story
Since I've been counting the days...
Since then I've been counting the days...
Since I've been counting the days...