Avec Un Brin De Nostalgie

With a touch of nostalgia
I feed my old pickup
With vinyls I used to own
From my wild be-bop days
I pour myself a shot of whiskey
And let my thoughts run free
Clouded with melancholy
To travel back to my past
A past marked by taboos
Secret loves and crazy passion
That disrupt my nights
Of solitude but mostly
Play on my regrets, my remorse
While my screen fills up
With animated images now
With a touch of nostalgia

With a touch of nostalgia
My memory plays tricks on me
Was it Lorraine or Sophie
Who let me down one day
I was what, sixteen and a half
Acting like a real player
And I found myself all groggy
With tears filling my heart
But at that age, you forget
You live on dreams and illusions
Girls come and go, get married
While boys still chase after them
I've faced many other failures
That taught me nothing at all
Since then I smoke and drink hard
With a touch of nostalgia

With a touch of nostalgia
From fights to breakups
Alone without love and few friends
In my field of desolation
I spend my days and nights
Ruminating on my disappointments
My heart forever bruised
Without a soul and without passion

With a touch of nostalgia
On the ruins of those loves
That I wasted, that I destroyed
My pain of living is without relief
My hopes are in agony
My years remain without return
I expect nothing from life anymore
And live my life day by day
With a heart burned by my loves
And by nostalgia.