You don't recognize him anymore
you must say, he has changed
you must say, he has lost
his silver mane

he who knew how to speak
can't find the words anymore
he who used to sail
will no longer see the waves

you don't recognize him anymore
there is no question
you know the answer
it's written on his forehead

a week or two:
there is nothing to do
smile as one can
facing this great mystery

Share in silence
the spring that returns
"Do you remember childhood?"
of course he remembers

the race along the Meuse
the years with long hair
the hollow years
the happy days

it was a bed for three
singing by the fire
Lou Reed, Barbara
smoke in the eyes

feeding the orphans
crossed on your way
protect friends
at all costs

The door was open
to whoever was lost
who was fleeing his family
to whoever no longer had one

there had been the war
and a thousand and one faults
fathers and mothers
a bit like cattle

it was empty pockets
the world hitchhiking
the letters flown away
"never received the envelope"

being able to lose sight of
those you no longer want to see
it was the freedom
to know nothing more

Every day its struggle
every night its meaning
and the right to fall
which makes us move forward

it was noise inside
it was noise outside
it was endless nights
not agreeing

it was "I love someone"
and tell everything
and from one day to the next
it was leaving everything

find yourself in protests
after not seeing each other anymore
the children have grown up
and you no longer smoke

Share in silence
the spring that returns
"Do you remember childhood?"
of course he remembers

the race along the Meuse
the years with long hair
the hollow years
the happy days

it was a bed for three
singing by the fire
Fontaine and Higelin
smoke in the eyes

feeding the orphans
crossed on your way
protect friends
at all costs

avoid the sobs
avoid the sighs
especially silence the words
that you would like to tell him:

"come on let's go out
come on let's get some air
you're not dead yet
come on let's have a beer

come on let's get out of here
the lake or the fry shop
we're going wherever you want
we'll drive into the night"

but you won't say anything
and you won't go anywhere
you will raise your hand
to say goodbye to him

he will raise his fist
in memory of the great evenings


Share in silence
the spring that returns
"Do you remember childhood?"
of course he remembers

the race along the Meuse
the years with long hair
the hollow years
the happy days

it was a bed for three
singing by the fire
Ribeiro, Lavilliers
it was "the blue house"

feeding the orphans
crossed on your way
protect friends
at all costs

protect friends
at all costs

protect friends
at all costs…

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