C'est Écrit
Francis Cabrel
It's Written
She will change the course of the clouds
Sweep away your plans, age prematurely
You will lose her a hundred times in the mists of the ports
It's written
She will come back wounded in the scents of another
You will hear yourself scream: May the devils take her
She will want you to forgive and you will forgive
It's written
She doesn't leave your memory
Neither night nor day
She dances behind the fog
And you, you search and you run
You will pray until the hours when no one listens
You will empty all the bars she puts in your way
You will spend nights watching outside
It's written
She doesn't leave your memory
Neither night nor day
She dances behind the fog
And you, you search and you run
But, there is no love without a story
And you dream and you dream
What does she love?
What does she want?
And these shadows she draws around your eyes
What does she love?
What does she dream?
Who does she see?
And these strings she wraps around your arms
What does she love?
I will listen to you tell me her sighs, her lace
On second thought, she's not really beautiful anymore
That you have already been through stronger moments
Since
She doesn't leave your memory
Neither night nor day
She dances behind the fog
You search and you run
But, there is no love without a story
Oh you dream and you dream
She doesn't leave your memory
She dances behind the fog
And I, I lived the same story
Since, I count the days
Since, I count the days
Since, I count the days
