Bonne Idée

A start of January, if I counted correctly
Remnants of a party or very heartfelt wishes
From Ruth or Moïshé, who had the idea?
No matter if I won the race, and among thousands
We were all winners, even the last of the last
At least once the best, we who were born
In the depths of our mothers, how good it is to mature
And then I saw the light so I went out
And I said
Good idea

There was sunshine, scents, and rain
Every day a new awakening, every day another night
Roads and bikers and rugby matches
Spaghetti, Frédéric Dard, and Johnny Winter too
I was told it's just a spark before the darkness
Just a passage, a rainbow, a strange absurdity
Brothers, tender ones, treasures to seek
Dizziness to embrace, to understand and girls to caress
I thought
Good idea

And then there's you who shows up opening my curtains wide
And bursts of colors explode and beauty seems even more beautiful
And nothing really changes but everything is different
Like those feasts we eat alone or share

I was walking aimlessly, the night had fallen
With my bag and my guitar, I was a little tired
Everything was so deserted, where to quench my thirst?
And then I saw the light and I found you
Good idea