It's been 10 years since you died,
No, I don't say "gone"
I do say "dead".
I don't say "left",
I don't say "passed away"
No, I say "dead and buried",
That's not ugly, that's the way it is,
Not being anymore is part of life after all.
And I haven't forgotten how to speak to you, no
And I haven't forgotten how to think about you, no I didn't stop
Every day it's easy
Because you're everywhere I go :
You're the spirit of my childhood
Island, of my childhood memories.
Yet everything changed
Since you've ceased to exist:
Families have split,
Some are blended, and some are lost.
(We've known) successes, and defeats,
Complicated love stories
And way less parties
Since you're not here anymore to plan it all.
I'd like you to see the concerts I play:
There are plenty of people, not like yesterday,
You were so proud at the time
Even if you were almost the only one, always in the front.
This winter we play in big theaters,
And Zéniths this spring.
I've long hair, like singers,
And I take selfies, like singers.
They shared their memories, their knowledge and sense of direction with me,
But I don't know where to go anymore
Without my phone to give me the way.
And what's serious in all of this
Is that I'm very close to the age when
It's so easy to feel
Like it was better before.
From your era, there are always (always)
Radio going in the morning,
And fig scent in late august
To remind me the start of the school year ;
The glass of wine at 7PM
And hours of talking with my sister
Building castles in air like you said,
Oh yes we still do, I promise.
But from your era, we miss
The house which gathered,
Our beliefs have disappeared,
And every plan we made deceived us.
So we try hard to enjoy life
Just everyone in their own home, what a shame:
Happiness is private,
And misfortune public.
But love is still there,
No the way it used to be though.
Parents and grandparents
Tell their children they love them,
Even if I can't remember you saying 'I love you' to us,
But it's not as if saying it would repair it all.
Well, that's not better than hiding
Behind badly placed coyness.
And while I'm proofreading, I find myself
Alike lots of people
Saying "It was better before",
Even though lots of things got
Better, and the first of all is
How I'm feeling,
How I'm feeling.