In the beginning, we were free, we were a bit wild.
We loved to live fast and with no baggage.
What did you make me laugh about when on your little blue Vespa?
You told me to kill you if you ever grew old.
And then, it all went quickly, everything seemed to flow naturally
except for those nights where you remained there standing,
making yourself those questions without ever daring to pronounce them,
without ever giving an explanation, without ever daring to leave.
Ten years, ten years
and all that we give them.
Ten years, ten years,
all that we forgive them for.
Ten years, ten years
and now two strangers,
only a speck of dust in the wind.
We both lived together in two rooms out of habit.
Me, I lived in them with my solitude.
We wanted a child whom we made without thinking about it
and a flat to be paid for before we died.
I turned into a ghost, I turned into a caged bird.
You, you talked to walls with no language.
I smiled at everything but I cried for nothing.
You, you thought a child would do us good.
Ten years, ten years
and all that we give them.
Ten years, ten years,
all that we forgive them for.
Ten years, ten years
and now two strangers,
only a speck of dust in the wind.
Only a speck of dust in the wind.
Ten years, ten years
and all that we give them.
Ten years, ten years,
all that we forgive them for.
Ten years, ten years
and now two strangers,
only a speck of dust in the wind.