I tried to write a speech
Marion was closing the big house
Manu was complaining like always
The others were smoking on the balcony
Marce and François in suits
Evelyne et GéGé late
Pascale in tears at the corner of the street
I came as soon as I knew
What does one say in times like these
We embrace each other, we don't know
Words are so pathetic
What does one do with one's souvenirs
Our tears and our crazy laughter
When a part of our story disappears
A blue bedroom, not even 16 years old
Your first time... How she was beautiful !
Our bursts of laughter in the hallway
So jealous, you had to see us
The games of chess, the mosquitos
Our huge political debates
Your dirty look to make me shut up
I went too far with your father
What does one say in times like these
We hold each other in our arms
We close our eyes like children
He would have wanted us to laugh
Me to play my guitar
Everyone to sing like before
Sanson's melody
A funny life, a shiver
Just some hints of adolescence
Like children who move forward
It's crazy how they resemble you
We find ourselves in single file
To throw earth on our tears
Even though you got the wrong address
We are all here at the get-together
And now I feel like seeing the sea
Like going down the street the other way
Toward the cafés of our promises
To Cadaquès
Marion looked at me
I smiled at Marco
Laurence hesitated
Paul said yes
Caro threw me the keys
We were already in the car... 4 3 2 1 0
He would have wanted a fanfare
The car to start
Especially us to drive as far as the eye can see
What does one sing in times like these
Even if our hearts aren't in it
We'll follow this street
That continues