It's life that carries us along.
Every day we improvise.
It's life that puts us on stage.
Every day, we disguise ourselves.
It's life that burns in our veins,
that makes promises,
that leads us around.
It's life, not sorrow1
that surprises and overworks us.
That's life, not a dream,
yet it's life that lifts us up.
That's life, not a dream,
yet it's life that lifts us up.
It's life that looks like us,
Every day we stare at one another.
It's life that brings us together,
every day we move places.
It's life, the fickle life
that makes promises, that leads us around.
It's life, not a poem,
that surprises us, that lifts us up.
That's life, not a dream,
yet it's life that lifts us up.
That's life, not a dream,
yet it's life that lifts us up.
That's life, not a dream.
That's life, the life we love.
Each day is to be reinvented.
That's life in which we love each other
Every day we start again.
It's the artificial life
that makes promises, that leads us around.
It's life that beckons to us.
That's life, not a dream,
yet it's life that lifts us up.
That's life, not a dream,
yet it's life that lifts us up.
That's life, not a dream,
yet it's life that lifts us up.
That's life, not a dream,
yet it's life that lifts us up.
1. a pun on "c'est pas la peine" (it's not worth it)