Le temps qui reste (récit)

How much time...
How much time still
Years, days, hours, how much?
When I think about it, my heart beats so strong...
My country is life.
How much time...
How much?

I love so much, the time that remains...
I want to laugh, run, cry, talk,
And see, and believe
And drink, dance,
Scream, eat, swim, leap, disobey
I'm not done, I'm not done
Fly, sing, leave, start over
Suffer, love
I love so much the time that remains

I don't know where I was born, or when
I know it wasn't long ago...
And that my country is life
I also know that my father used to say:
Time is like your bread...
Save some for tomorrow...

I still have bread
Still have time, but how much?
I want to play more...
I want to laugh at mountains of laughter,
I want to cry rivers of tears,
I want to drink entire boats of wine
From Bordeaux and Italy
And dance, scream, fly, swim in all the oceans
I'm not done, I'm not done
I want to sing
I want to talk until the end of my voice...
I love so much the time that remains...

How much time...
How much time still?
Years, days, hours, how much?
I want stories, travels...
I have so many people to see, so many images..
Children, women, great men,
Little men, funny ones, sad ones,
Very smart ones and idiots,
It's funny, idiots are relaxing,
It's like foliage in the middle of roses...

How much time...
How much time still?
Years, days, hours, how much?
I don't care my love...
When the orchestra stops, I will still dance...
When the planes no longer fly, I will fly alone...
When time stops..
I will still love you
I don't know where, I don't know how...
But I will still love you...
Okay?