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Y'a pas de voiles aux volets de mes fr?¨res
Y'a pas d'opale autour de mes doigts
Ni cath?©drale o?? cacher mes pri?¨res
Juste un peu d'or autour de ma voix
There's no voile to my brother's shutters
There's no opal around my fingers
No cathedral where to hide my prayers
Just a little gold around my voice
Je vais les routes et je vais les fronti?¨res
Je sens, j'?©coute, et j'apprends, je vois
Le temps s'?©goutte au long des fuseaux horaires
Je prends, je donne, avais-je le choix?
I go the routes I go the borders
I smell, I listen, and I learn, I see
Time passes along time zones
I take, I give, had I the choise?
Tel est mon destin
Je vais mon chemin
Ainsi passent mes heures
Au rythme ent??tant des battements de mon coeur
That's my destiny
I go along my route
That's how pass my hours
At my heart beats crazy rhythms
Des feux d'?©t?© je vole aux sombres hivers
Des pluies d'automne aux ?©t?©s indiens (1)
Terres gel?©es aux plus arides d?©serts
Je vais je viens, ce monde est le mien
From summer fires I fly to dark winters
Autumn rains to Indian summer
Frozen grounds to dry deserts
I go I come, this world is mine
Je vis de notes et je vis de lumi?¨re
Je virevolte ? vos cris, vos mains
La vie m'emporte au creux de tous ses myst?¨res
Je vois dans vos yeux mes lendemains
I live from notes and I live from light
I'm responding to all your cries, your hands
Life's taking me to it's mysteries' hollows
I my tomorrows in your eyes
Tel est mon destin
Je vais mon chemin
Ainsi passent mes heures
Au rythme ent??tant des battements de mon coeur
That's my destiny
I go along my route
That's how pass my hours
At my heart beats high rythms
Je vais les routes et je vais les fronti?¨res
Je sens, j'?©coute, et j'apprends, je vois
Le temps s'?©goutte au long des fuseaux horaires
Je prends, je donne, avais-je le choix?
I go the routes I go the borders
I smell, I listen, and I learn, I see
Time passes along time zones
I take, I give, had I the choise?
Je prends le blues aux signaux des r?©pondeurs
Je prends la peine aux a?©roports
Je vis l'amour ? des kilom?¨tres ailleurs
Et le bonheur ? mon t?©l?©phone
I take blues from answering machines signals
I take sadness in airports
I live love at kilometers away
And happiness at my phone
Tel est mon destin
Je vais mon chemin
Ainsi passent mes heures
Au rythme ent??tant des battements de mon coeur
That's my destiny
I go along my route
That's how pass my hours
At my heart beats high rythms
(1) ?©t?© indien: a quebecer word, for a brief season existing only
in Quebec and New England, two weeks of warm temperature
in autumn, may be translated as Indian Summer.
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