Le paradis blanc
Michel Berger
The white paradise
There are so many waves and smoke
That we can no longer distinguish
The white from the black
And the energy from despair
The phone may ring
There will be no more subscribers
And no more idea
Than silence to breathe
Start again where the world began
I will go to sleep in the white paradise
Where the nights are so long that we forget about time
Alone with the wind
Like in my childhood dreams
I will go run in the white paradise
Far from the looks of hatred
And the battles of blood
To find the whales
To talk to the silver fish
Like, like, like before
There are so many waves, and so many ideas
That we can no longer decide
The false from the true
And who to love or condemn
The day when I have given everything
When my keyboards will be worn out
From having dared
To always want to try everything
And start again where the world began
I will go to sleep in the white paradise
Where the penguins have fun at sunrise
And play showing us
What it means to be alive
I will go to sleep in the white paradise
Where the air remains so pure
That we bathe in it
Playing with the wind
Like in my childhood dreams
Like, like, like before
Talking to the fish
And playing with the wind
Like in my childhood dreams
Like before