Saturday, October 8, 2011


Joe Dassin (1972)

Mornings follow and resemble each other,
When love becomes routine.
We were not made to laugh together in life.

It is funny, yesterday we were bored
And we could hardly find
The words to speak even about the bad weather.
And now that we are leaving,
We have a hundred thousand things to say,
To each other.

We fell in love with each other, like we broke with each other,
Quite simply without even thinking of tomorrow,
Tomorrow which always comes a little too fast.

We do what is necessary, we play our roles,
We look at each other, we laugh, we argue a little,
We have always forgotten something.

And we know too well that sooner or later,
Perhaps tomorrow or even tonight,
We will think that everything is not lost,
Of this unfinished novel,
We'll make a fairy tale,
But we've passed the age of fairy-tales,
We would not believe in it anymore.

Romeo, Juliette and all the others,
Sleep in peace at the very bottom of our books,
A simple love story like ours
Is one of those that will never be written.

Come on, it's time to go,
Let us leave our memories here,
We'll go downstairs together if you want,
And when she sees us pass,
The owner of the cafe,
Will still greet us "Hello, sweethearts".

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