What remains of the past
That you can't swallow the sea today
It's really a blue oil
But here no one has forgiven you
When you left home
So many plans in mind
Then ending up looking at the sky loving
Dreaming growing
Running I catch you
Distracted people coming and going

What remains of the past maybe a blue 500
And a damaged record player
That no longer works
Your father never spoke to you
Maybe that's why you hated him
Adults are always busy
And now you're looking for a child to talk to loving
Dreaming growing
Running I catch you
Distracted people coming and going

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES