As far back as I can remember
Fragments of childhood, pieces of scene
Your eyes, your face and your hand in my hand
And our steps on the same path

Oh we were not very talkative
A bit weird, a bit apart
I loved your silences and you loved mine
Silent, we understood each other well

You were a bit different
And me, I was not like them
A bit contemptuous of all their child's play
We cried eye to eye

I received your first poems
As we soothe with a few words
Our laughs were laughs and our sorrows were sorrows
Each touching the other in echo

I played you my first notes
You listened with half-closed eyes
Simple and clumsy, a bit false, a bit silly
But I only heard your applause
Bowing in front of the piano

We started to lose sight of each other in adolescence
I found you a bit too austere
A bit too serious, a bit too secretive
Me, I needed music, light and frivolity
And also others

Your friendship was demanding, whole, exclusive
And then you started to be absent
Often, then longer
Your mother told us you were going on vacation
She wasn't lying when I think about it
On vacation from life, on vacation from desire
And then the truth
The one we suppose
The one we hide
The one we whisper
The one that disturbs
The one we avoid
Your other path
Your other path

Tell me the voices, the desires that lead you
Tell me the winds, the currents that carry you
The fixed ideas and the nails that rivet you
In what wanderings, immobile drifts
Tell me the dreams that knock on your door
The illusions, the devils that carry you away
Towards what elsewhere, mirage without anguish
Without wasted time, without a second passing
What do you think about when evening comes?
What hopes do your four walls contain?
What should we read in your idiotic smile?
Other desires, without words and without words?
Show me your other path
Show me your other path
Show me your other path
Describe to me your other path

Tell me your signs and tell me your language
The horizons of the bars of your cage
Do you see the white, the sky blue and the pink?
What do you see when your eyelids close?
And then, here I am talking to you about my life
About its level, its troubles, its desires
Its vain race and my lack of friends
To your empty eyes, your bewildered absence
Show me your other path
Show me your other path
Show me your other path
Describe to me your other path

As far back as I can remember
Fragments of childhood, pieces of scene
Your voice, your face and your hand in my hand
And our steps on the same path
And our steps on the same path

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