That's how you are,
proud and free.
You can go (over) there,
but nothing ever far* you away
from those you love, from what you are.
That's how you are,
faithful heart.
Your glance get lost sometime,
but nothing makes you forget
neither those you love, neither what you are.
So you want to give back
to the flower, to the sky, to the people
those colors they don't have anymore,
bring back softness, a little, to those who lost it.
So you want some musics, some time, some gold (precious) moment to appease your people,
a few magic notes(music), a word, a nothing(little something) so they be well.
That's how you are,
proud and free.
You can go (over) there,
but nothing ever "far" you away
from those you love, from what you are.
So you want to caress their heart,
steal their soul with your voice's shivers
and, to them, always keep open, your house and your arms.
So you want to make gift of the time, of the eternal to those who are gone
and keep your kiddish smile for them, to the infinite.
That's how you are, passing by,
passing by
you can dream of elsewhere
but all roads bring you back.
Like that, proud and free,
you can go over there,
but nothing ever "far" you away
from those you love, from what you are
and you always come back.
That's how you are
Faithful heart,
your glance get lost sometime
but nothing make you forget
no never
neither those you love, neither what you are.
That's how you are
oh oh
uh uhhhhh...
um like that,
that's how you are,
you are proud and free,
but you never forget.
You are like me.
*(in french, far can be used as a verb - ex:to far something away)