En Attendant Ses Pas

Waiting for his steps, I put the music on mute, very softly
Too silly, we don't know, if he rang
If I didn't hear this time
Waiting for his steps that morning

One evening? One morning? One winter, one dawn
A spring he will choose
Nothing, I don't know, I put on lights
Nights at the edge of the roads

Waiting for his arms, I paint flowers on the doors
He will like that
Waiting for the sweet time of his arms

And I take care of myself, red on my lips, on my cheeks
So he doesn't see
When too pale sometimes, especially not
That he surprises me like that

There is fresh water and wine
I don't know what he will choose
I don't know if he is blond, if he is brunette
I don't know if he is tall or not
But hearing his voice I will know
That all his words, all will be for me
Waiting for the sweet time of his arms

I think about it all the time, at that moment, oh when we recognize each other
I will tell him it was a long time, no, I certainly won't tell him
Waiting for his steps, I live, I dream and I breathe for that
Just waiting for a meaning to all this

One evening? One morning? One winter, one dawn
A spring he will choose
Nothing, I don't know, I put on lights
Nights at the edge of the roads

Waiting for his arms, I paint flowers on the doors
He will like that
Just waiting for a meaning to all this, to all this