J'arrive À Toi

I arrive at the port empty-handed
I arrive in the evening without counting
And every morning empty, I have to start over
I arrive at the front without wisdom
I arrive at old age without reason
It's certain we live on the edge
It's certain we live without manners
I'm coming to you by miracle
After long years
After centuries of obstacles
And Mondays, sad Mondays to cry

I can't achieve anything that consoles
I can't achieve anything that pretends
I can't achieve anything that flies away
Nothing that defies time

And if a star happens
To lean over us for a moment
It's certain that life rushes us
It's certain that it undertakes us
I'm coming to you by miracle after long years
Consulting the oracles
And waiting, waiting for the unexpected

I come from the north of Ireland
I come from the depths of a valley
I come straight from Samarkand
I come from the spicy Indies
And if I happen to sing and let myself be carried away
It's certain that life torments us
It's certain that we taste regrets
I'm coming to you by miracle
After long years
After the gray childhood
And the youth, the wild youth