Maybe it will be cold
Up top, way up top of the summits
Maybe it would be possible
Anyway to warm ourselves
Asking around you
Who will remember
And come back in your footsteps
And come back sure of yourself
Maybe it will be night
After the big tides
Maybe it will be possible
To enlighten ourselves
Asking around
Who will remember
And come back in your footsteps
And come back sure of yourself
Maybe we will be crazy
For having thrown ourselves away, tangle, passionate and lost
Maybe we will have the taste
To start again