Esta Escrito
Francis Cabrel
It is written
For her you would change the course of the clouds
And you will age much before your time
You will lose her a thousand times in the mists of the ports
It is written
She will return wounded, smelling of another
You will hear your screams, may the devil take her!
She will want your forgiveness and you will forgive her
It is written
She is always in your memory
Day and night
She dances behind the fog
And you go looking for her
You will pray for nothing, even God has left
You will drink the bars that are placed in front of you
You will spend nights staring at the street
It is written
She is always in your memory
Day and night
She dances behind the fog
And you search for her wandering
But there is no love without bitterness
Oh! You dream, you dream
What does she like and what does she want?
And why so many shadows in your gaze?
What does she like?
What does she dream of?
Who does she see?
And why so many ties binding you?
What does she dream of?
You will tell me about sighs, lace, and tears
But in the end you will say she is not so beautiful anymore
And that you have lived more intense hours
But
She is always in your memory
Day and night
She dances behind the fog
And you search for her wandering
But there is no love without bitterness
Oh! You dream, you dream
She is always in your memory
Day and night
She dances behind the fog
And you search for her wandering
I have lived the same story
That's why I count the days, I count the days
That's why I count the days
