L'Oubli
Lara Fabian
The Forgetfulness
She walks, slow as if out of sync
Hold her body, all its movements
She looks outside to see if the weather is nice
From the armchair to the couch
From the armchair to the couch
No one left to take care of
Just one cup to get out in the morning
For her, nothing is really quite the same as before
From the armchair to the couch
From the armchair to the couch
The forgetfulness
The forgetfulness, a refuge from the pain of lost moments
The forgetfulness her way of holding her past and her sorrow
Forgetfulness is on the surface what makes us suffer
But it's inside what makes her hold on
She's still so beautiful actually
In her black hair, not a single white hair
She accepts her fate, her memory slipping away
From the past to the present
From the past
I talk with her about everything, about nothing
About her childhood, that, this she remembers
But the bouquet of roses that I just brought
Only the scent will remain
But the image going to vanish away
The forgetfulness
The forgetfulness, a refuge from the pain of lost moments
The forgetfulness her way of holding her past and her sorrow
Forgetfulness is on the surface what makes us suffer
But it's inside what makes her hold on
The forgetfulness
The forgetfulness, a refuge from the pain of lost moments
The forgetfulness her way of holding her past and her sorrow
Forgetfulness is on the surface what makes us suffer
But it's inside what makes her hold on
Forgetfulness breaks her heart
So that nothing remains
Forgetfulness like a savior
It's a blessing in disguise
Forgetfulness is a space that no one understands
But for her, it's the place where finally her soul takes back
