Il est trop tard
Moustaki Georges
It's too late
While I was sleeping, while I was dreaming
The needles have turned, it's too late
My childhood is so far away, it's already tomorrow
Time passes, there's not much left
While I loved you, while I had you
Love has gone, it's too late
You were so pretty, I'm alone in my bed
Time passes, there's not much left
While I was singing about my dear freedom
Others have chained it, it's too late
Some fought, I never knew
Time passes, there's not much left
Yet I still live, yet I make love
I even sing on my guitar
For the child I was, for the child I've made
Time passes, there's not much left
While I was singing, while I loved you
While I was dreaming, there was still time
