Dreams of a simple one remain
Of books, a pipe, myself
That I had the honor to love you
In this resigned season...
In this resigned season...
Treasures of a quiet man,
The new machine arriving,
The racing in fields of grass
-
Since then, that bad bread...
Since then, that bad bread...
My god, how I cry this evening
In the meadow in which I laughed
Happy under the sky that there was
And you softly disappeared.
And you softly disappeared.
Nobody survives by themself -
Everything is an illusion,
Everything is elsewhere...
You, who smiled,
Engaged to living
A life where you never smiled anymore...
You've been an example of life,
My good one, my faith, my honor
Saving what just finished,
It would cease my pain...
It would cease my pain...
Dreams of a simple one remain,
The power you had in your face,
In telling me: "Blessed are those who die and know who leaves a smile."
And know who leaves a smile...