It's not just my voice that sings
It's the other voice, a crowd of voices
Voices from today or from yesteryear
Funny, sunny voices ©es
Desperate, amazed
Heartbreaking and broken voices
Voices smiling and distraught
Mad with pain and joy
It is the voice of a brand new sorrow
The voice of love dead or alive
The voice of a poor fugitive
The voice of a drowned man who makes a splash
It's the voice of a child being slapped
It's the voice of a fearful bird
The voice of a sparrow who died of cold
On the pavement of the street of joy
And always, always when I sing
This bird sings with me
Always, always, still alive
His poor voice trembles for me
If I said everything he sings
All I 've seen and everything I know
I would say too much and not enough
And all that I want to forget
Other voices sing an old refrain
br/>It's their memory, it's no longer mine
I only have one cry from the heart
I don't like unhappiness! I don't like unhappiness
And unhappiness makes me feel good
But I know him, he scares me more
He says we're married together
Even if it's true, I don't believe it
Without pity I crush my tears
I don't advertise to them
If we sounded the alarm
For particular sorrows
The trains could never run
And I look at the landscape
If by chance it is too ugly
I'm waiting for it to get a makeover
And the customs officers of despair
May just tear open my luggage
Pat me up and question me
br/>I never have anything to declare
Love like me goes on a journey
One day I will meet him
As soon as I see his face
br/>Right away I will recognize him