Imagine a dark period of life without love
In looking for a night made for drink,
And you make all your life as a glass
And you wait for that a daybreak bring you to sleep.
And it's the melancholy,
accompanies you on the way,
leaves you after one hour,
But you know that it will come back again.
Imagine a friend who must leave now
And probably, you will never hear about him any more:
You don't know whether to cry or try to laugh,
You don't say anything and you have thousand things to say.
And it's the melancholy,
It accompanies you,
It gives you always right
But in return who knows what it wants.
And it's the melancholy, one hour that goes away,
Or a year which necessary to forget
In loneliness in back at a club.
Imagine that one day suddently, in the street:
You wonder if it's only this, the life
You speak a language that others don't understand.
So, staying to hundred meters away from your house.
And it's the melancholy
Friend or not, who knows
It's what is stay for you
When the world is not enough for you.
And it's the melancholy,
It's suburbs,
It's the only one who hears
If you feel really bad.
Imagine now that, after so many words
Which is waiting you behing the door, it's the love
What you can do, All is already foreseen.
Finally, it's clear that we all live for this.
Imagine that the world, for a month or just a moment,
About you, it forgot almost totally,
The evenings at home, alone as a dog,
You eat something just for not to die
And it's the melancholy
Of everyone, also a bit mine,
It's the only one that waits
When the time runs away.
And it's the melancholy
Who brings you away
It's a train a bit enchanted
That you take only if you are wrong.