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PASSER L'AMOUR

PASSER L'AMOUR

Dis-moi, est-ce que tu m'aimes toujours
Du même amour du premier jour ?
Est-ce que je te surprends encore ?
Est-ce que tu m'oublies quand tu dors ?
Est-ce que je suis toujours le même
Ou bien la vie m'a-t-elle changé ?
Me dirais-tu encore "Je t'aime."
Si tu devais me rencontrer ?

Toutes ces questions qu'on pose toujours,
De peur de voir passer l'amour,
Toutes ces questions qu'on pose, le soir,
Pourrais-tu passer sans me voir ?

Est-ce que tu as confiance en moi ?
Où que j'aille, est-ce que tu iras ?
Est-ce que l'envie peut résister
Au mêm'lit pendant des années ?
Est-ce que tu souhaites refaire encore
Autant d'années, autant d'efforts ?
Est-ce qu'un autre homme ne pourrait pas
Te donner tout c'que je n'ai pas ?

Toutes ces questions qu'on pose la nuit,
Et puis, qu'au matin, on oublie,
Toutes ces questions qu'on pose toujours,
De peur de voir passer l'amour.

Dis-moi, est-ce que tu m'aimes toujours
Du même amour du premier jour ?
N'as-tu jamais eu de regrets ?
Suis-je vraiment ce que tu voulais ?

Toutes ces questions qu'on pose souvent,
De peur de voir passer le temps,
Toutes ces questions qu'on pose, la nuit,
De peur de voir passer la vie.

Michel Sardou

CHEAT

CHEAT

Where is this room? And this Hotel?
I can't remember how I arrived
How many times? I couldn't tell,
So often in this reality I dived!

Lying on this unknown bed,
Two handsome men next to me.
They sleep as if they have had
The most exhausting night there could be!

They know me, trust me : very well!
But yesterday we met for the first time.
Amazed they were, uncovering the veil
I was wearing to hide who I am.

Recognition from the posters spread over town
They have the feeling they know who I am
But they only know the face I own
And certainly not my soul and its harm!

Being here, listening to their breaths
Makes me forget that I have another life
Full of duties, where time is too fast leaves :
I am a mother, I am a wife!

Why shouldn't I be allowed as well
To cheat, to betray, to enjoy
Feeling only pleasure, hearing the bells
When I am, if requested treated as a toy.

I pay for it, and get what I want
Never disappointed, for they want to satisfy
Realize my fantasy without them I can't
They never complain, never ask : why?

Too soon I'll be back to my loved ones
I'll feel better, at least for a while
No more pain in my soul, only in my bones
My soul darkened, never again white.

I'm unfaithful, and I pay for it
Judgment would fall on me if discovered
Surely worried about it, but just a bit
After all, only one should be bothered!

I can already hear my son, tomorrow
When I will arrive, tired but happy
His voice will awake the sorrow
And after that I will fell sleepy.

Going back to that public living
Smiling, faking, playing a part
Hoping that very soon again, I'll be leaving
For another night of sexy art.

I love my family, more then you think
Otherwise I would just leave them
And wouldn't spare so much ink
To explain what a cheat I am.

Tears running over my chin

Tears running over my chin 

No voice left in my throat:
For you have guessed how I have been
And hit the spot of my thought!

You have guessed : I am a dreamer!
One of those not really living
Often caught and made thinner
By the odds of her own being

Not really here, not really gone
I live in my dreams, and so what?
Be sure, I know, I'm the only one
But I sometimes let you see that!

Thoughts and dreams live in me
As ambition or sorrow live in others
I'm proud of it, why shouldn't I be?
Why hide it, who really bothers