I had been invited and I thought I had nothing to gain
It was during a party and I had not come accompanied
And then I saw the acquaintance of a distant friend
She was the elegance from ankles to wrists
She spoke little, she observed, she looked at me without seeing me
The two people with her seemed to be just accessories
She seemed alone in the crowd I saw her from afar
She was listening to the noise of the world, a glass in hand

The music was getting loud and covering the chatter
The light was getting weak, when it caressed her face
She crossed the room straight in my direction
She brushed my shoulder without paying attention
And suddenly with a light step, she started to dance
As if my eyes now should be rewarded
She eclipsed every human being now in her path
She turned my mind around, a glass in hand

There were too many people that night, I didn't feel like talking
And to put down my glass, I didn't know where to go
So with my cocktail in hand, I joined the dance floor
I purposely brushed this man, a distant friend of an acquaintance
Since he arrived, he was staring at me
I pretended not to see him, it amused me greatly
If he decided to approach me, I would surely give him a chance
His gaze disturbed me, it was becoming obvious

She seemed to dance in slow motion, and her hair tied up
Revealed her neck to which my eyes remained hooked
To know how to approach her, I had to start thinking again
I was looking for my sentences while waiting for her to stop dancing

He was behind me, but I felt his presence
I kept this glass in hand to give me some composure
I stopped dancing so he would come to me
I turned towards him, I knew he would realize

She turned around all at once, imagine my emotion
When I caught her gaze straight in my direction
I had to act quickly, the opportunity was not going to last
I was looking for an approach, but my brain seemed paralyzed
I thought about offering her champagne or wine
But you don't offer a drink to someone who already has a glass in hand
So I found another idea, a perfectly suitable option
I'm going to get a glass too and come back to toast

We were finally face to face, my gaze in his gaze
But instead of approaching, he went to the bar
Wasn't it me he was looking at? I didn't understand anything anymore
I was left alone disoriented, a glass in hand
I wanted to be sure, understand his disgrace
I decided to follow him to the bar, but I couldn't find his trace
There were so many people, was I going to meet him again?
Or was I going to put down my glass and decide to go home?

I didn't go all the way to the bar, a passing waiter I crossed
Offered me a glass of rosé champagne
The time to thank him and then join the beauty
I was preparing the right smile to finally toast with her
But when I came back, she had disappeared
I looked for her, I waited, I never saw her again
I will never know her voice or the smell of her perfume
I was left alone, a glass in hand, a dream at the end

For a whole life
Or until tomorrow
What does it depend on?
What does it depend on?
A dance, a gesture
A glass in hand
It depends on nothing
It depends on nothing
For a whole life
Or until tomorrow
What to expect?
What to expect?

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