She waits for the world to change
She waits for the times to change
She waits for this strange world
To get lost and for the winds to turn
Inexorably, she waits

She waits for the horizon to move
She waits for people to change
She waits like a bolt from the blue
For the reign of innocent angels
Inexorably, she waits

She waits for the big wheel to turn
Turn the hands of time
She waits without giving in
While polishing her silverware
Inexorably, she waits

And she looks at pictures
And reads stories from before
Of honor and great crews
Where the good ones are dressed in white

And she invents journeys
Between an armchair and a couch
Of rose water and wise passion
As pure as these old novels
As great as the one she waits for

She waits for the world to change
She waits for the times to change
She waits for this strange world
To get lost and for the winds to turn
Inexorably, she waits

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES