FR:
Quand mes pensées vont parfois,
Vers des lieux distants

Là ou j’étais autrefois

Je vois palpitant


paraître un pays au-delà du grand océan

paraître des bribes de joie,

de tendresse
je ne pourrai oublier les couleurs,

le vent
les gens, la sérénité,

le
bonheur présent
là-bas
je pouvais ralentir le tempo le temps

je chantais à en ravir la paresse

comme autrefois,

comme autrefois
en douceur

rechercher la cadence
comme autrefois,

comme autrefois
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si mon passé quelques fois m’est si apaisant

c’est qu’il recèle l’émoi d’un ailleurs distant


là-bas je savais que l’on peut sourire autrement


je chantais fou de joie, de tristesse



comme autrefois, comme autrefois

en douceur rechercher la cadence
comme autrefois,

comme autrefois
lentement pour trouver résonance

ENG:
When my thoughts go sometimes
To distant places
Where I once was
I see a land
a land beyond the great ocean
brief glimpses of joy, of tenderness
I can't forget the colors, the wind
the people, the serenity, the happiness of the moment
over there I could slow down the tempo of time
I would sing to the joy of idleness

as in days gone by, as in days gone by
gently in search of the cadence
as in days gone by, as in days gone by
slowly to find resonance


if my past is sometimes so soothing to me
it's because it conceals the stirrings of a distant elsewhere
there I knew that one could in a different way
i would sing crazy with joy, with sadness

as in days gone by, as in days gone by
gently in search of the cadence
as in days gone by, as in days gone by
slowly to find resonance

My heart is a suitcase,
Waiting to be packed,
My cares,
Are everywhere,
My hopes are sitting in the corner,
Waiting for the day,
A dream wanders over.

Cos I’m on a ticket I can’t get off,
It could be heaven, it could be hell,
But when I feel like it’s time to stop,
I’ll be standing up ringing the bell.

Gonna throw in all my thoughts and all my feelings,
Zip it up, tie the tag,
Check it in, wait and see,
If it gets there,
Guess I know,
That’s my bag.

My mind is a clutter,
I can’t clear up,
Too many choices in the way,
I stumble with all the best intention,
So open to,
A good suggestion.

Cos I’m on a ticket I can’t get off,
It could be heaven, it could be hell,
But when I feel like it’s time to stop,
I’ll be standing up ringing the bell.

Gonna throw in all my thoughts and all my feelings,
Zip it up, tie the tag,
Check it in, wait and see,
If it gets there,
Guess I know,
That’s my bag.

I get lost,
On Memory Lane,
That old street,
Always the same,
Every time I’m passing by the place is ageing,
But it takes me back -
In time I travel,
Down that road my mind unravels,
Til I am lost,
On Memory Lane,
Finding myself again.

Too many journeys to remember,
Déjà vu is nothing new,
It could be summer or December,
Though I know where I am,
Guess I never looked hard,
At the back of my hand.

That’s why I’m lost,
On Memory Lane,
Trying to ignite,
Some old flame,
Every time I’m passing by the place keeps ageing,
Oh, but it takes me back -
In time I travel,
Down that road my mind unravels,
Til I am lost,
On Memory Lane,
Just finding myself,
Yeah I’m just finding myself,
I don’t need nobody else,
Gonna go find myself,
Find myself on Memory Lane.