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Arts, 10.12.2021 16:50 Wyatt3104

Vole, vole Que d’espérance
Sur ce chemin en ton absence
J’ai beau trimer, sans toi ma vie
N’est qu’un décor qui brille, vide de sens
Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit
Je danse avec le vent, la pluie
Un peu d’amour, un brin de miel
Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse
Et dans le bruit, je cours et j’ai peur
Est ce mon tour?
Vient la douleur
Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne
Et je m’envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole
Dans cette douce souffrance
Dont j’ai payé toutes les offenses
Écoute comme mon cœur est immense
Je suis une enfant du monde
Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit
Je danse avec le vent, la pluie
Un peu d’amour, un brin de miel
Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse
Et dans le bruit, je cours et j’ai peur
Est ce mon tour?
Vient la douleur…
Dans tout Paris, je m’abandonne
Et je m’envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole

Oh my sweet torment,
No point in fighting, you start again
I’m just a worthless being
Without him I’m a bit troubled
I wander around alone on the subway
A last dance
To forget my great misery
I want to get away, everything to start again,
Oh my sweet torment
I stir the sky, the day, the night
I dance with the wind, the rain
A bit of love, a drop of honey
And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
And in the noise, I run and I’m afraid
Is this my turn?
Here comes the pain
In all of Paris, I abandon myself
And away I fly, fly, fly, fly
Nothing but hope
On this road in your absence
Try as I might, without you my life is nothing but a meaningless shiny decor
I stir the sky, the day, the night
I dance with the wind, the rain
A bit of love, a drop of honey
And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
And in the noise, I run and I’m afraid
Is this my turn?
Here comes the pain
In all of Paris, I abandon myself
And away I fly, fly, fly, fly
In this sweet torment
Whose offences I’ve paid in full
Listen to how great my heart is
I’m a child of the world
I stir the sky, the day, the night
I dance with the wind, the rain
A bit of love, a drop of honey
And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
And in the noise, I run and I’m afraid
Is this my turn?
Here comes the pain
In all of Paris, I abandon myself
And away I fly, fly, fly, fly

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