"hier encore, j'avais vingt ans"
standing still in your kitchen with red walls
watching you make coffee in that small moka ***
while whispering the songs we danced to the night before
beneath that turkish lamp your mom bought a long time ago
and your lips met mine as charles aznavour sang along
tasting of the red wine we drank all night long

"mais j'ai perdu mon temps"
while waiting for something more
holding onto that empty mug in my hands
now cold as the kitchen floor we once danced
that one night in october many years ago
yet our silhouttes are still spinning around
as you hold someone else in your arms now

à présent, j'ai vingt-deux ans
standing far away from your kitchen with red walls
watching you make coffee in that same moka ***
while whispering how you never felt this way before
beneath that turkish lamp you lit up a long time ago
you take a sip from your cup as you look into her eyes
those big coffee-brown eyes, just like mine

Never learn the truth
not interested in
the other point of view
there is only sin
and only one can win,

the lies that we were told
the days when we were bold
then winter came with cold,
now
it's
far too late and I am much
too old,

why did I hesitate?
when
fortune favours not
the cowards or the brave
and who can save
me from
this
life that seemed so long
but it is fact so short,

I never learn the truth
I find I'm always caught
between the strangers
on a train and something
I have bought

something I have sought for and
never found the way,
a path to lead the night
away from breaking day,

I only found the broken hearts
laid waste
and here I stay

there's only one can win.