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En attendant ses pas, je mets la musique en sourdine, tout bas
Trop b
Si je n'entendais pas cette fois
En attendant ses pas ce matin
While waiting his steps, i put music on mute, very low
Too bad, we don't know, in case he'd ring
If i would not hear it that time
While waiting his steps that morning
Un soir? un matin? un hiver, une aube
Un printemps qu'il choisira
Rien, je n'en sais rien, je mets des lumi
Les nuits au bord des chemins
A night? a morning? a winter, a dawn
A spring he will chose
Nothing, i know nothing of it, i put on some lights
Nights along the roads
En attendant ses bras je peins des fleurs aux portes
Il aimera
En attendant le doux temps de ses bras
While waiting his arms i draw flowers on doors
He will like that
While waiting the nice weather of his arms
Et je prends soin de moi, rouge
Pour qu'il ne voit pas
Quand trop p
Qu'il me surprenne comme
And i take care of myself, red on my lips, on my cheeks
So he will not see
When too pale sometimes, he should certainly not
Surpise me like this
Il y a de l'eau fra
Je ne sais pas ce qu'il choisira
Je ne sais s'il est blond, s'il est brun
Je ne sais s'il est grand ou pas
Mais en entendant sa voix je saurai
Que tous ses mots, tous seront pour moi
En attendant le doux temps de ses bras
There is some fresh water and some wine
I don't know which he will chose
I don't know if he is blond, if he is brown
I don't know if he is tall or not
But when hearing his voice, i will know
That all his words, all will be for me
While waiting the nice weather of his arms
J'y pense tout le temps
Je lui dirai c'
En attendant ses pas, je vis, je r
En attendant juste un sens
I'm always thinking about this moment, oh when we will recognize each other
I will tell him it was very long, no, i will certainly not tell him
While waiting his steps, i'm living, i'm dreaming and i'm breathing for that
While waiting just a meaning to all that
Un soir? un matin? un hiver, une aube
Un printemps qu'il choisira
Rien, je n'en sais rien, je mets des lumi
Les nuits au bord des chemins
A night? a morning? a winter, a dawn
A spring he will chose
Nothing, i know nothing of it, i put on some lights
Nights along the roads
En attendant ses bras je peins des fleurs aux portes
Il aimera
While waiting his arms i'm drawing flowers on doors
He will like that
En attendant juste un sens
While waiting a meaning to all that, to all that
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