La vieille

It's not tomorrow, tomorrow, old woman
That you'll see your boys again
Who left your house
Sixth floor, view of the courtyard
For the smiles and for the love
You had to iron the night before
So many years have passed
We forgot the old woman
Life was a wonder
And like the others in between ages
I lost my picture book
So... the past began
I don't know why
Tonight
I wonder
In which garden you sleep
The old woman at the end of your journey
In which garden you sleep
Under what landscape
My old my poor sweet...Julien is a hunter in Africa
Pierre, I don't know what in America
We wrote to each other from time to time
I think they made something beautiful
And me, it's been a long time
Since I've had news from them
I've had women and ideas
Luck hung itself around my neck
They followed me, they left me
I fought in a war, I lost
For a long time I had insolence
And then... I age in silence
I don't know why
Tonight
I wonder
In which garden you sleep
The old woman at the end of your journey
In which garden you sleep
Under what landscape
My old my poor sweet...We don't know why
One evening
In a room
We're not used to anymore
So suddenly the heart is surprised
By this solitude
That comes like autumn
My old my mother my sweet...