Musique a tout va

If I tell you that behind this
Behind this music all around
There’s the past in its rags
That comes begging for my song
If I tell you that behind this
Are your sins that won’t forget
And your old dreams of love
That beat, beat like a drum
Watch them take the stage
These are your joys, these are your pains
And those regrets that make the chain
So we trip over their steps
If I tell you that behind this
Behind this music all around
There’s what we kill and doesn’t die
Oh! Sure, you won’t believe me…

If I tell you that in front of this
In front of this music all around
All that past suddenly comes back
From the dust, from regrets
If I tell you that in front of this
Like an army of little soldiers
There are "I loved you" dancing
And kisses from twenty springs
Come on, stop rocking your head
Nothing lasts and what we throw away
There’s still living for other parties
That will blaze in joyful fires

If I tell you that in front of this
In front of this music all around
I see those things we don’t see
Oh! Sure, you won’t believe me…
But I see them, but I see them
Yes, I see them, yes, I see them
In front of this music all around
Ahahaha…