Celine Dion
French Album
Destiny
There are no sails on the shutters of my brothers
There is no opal around my fingers
Nor cathedral where to hide my prayers
Just a little gold around my voice
There's no veil to my brother's shutters
There's no opal around my fingers
No cathedral where to hide my prayers
Just a little gold around my voice
I go the roads and I go the borders
I feel, I listen, and I learn, I see
Time drips across time zones
I take, I give, did I have a choice?
I go the routes i go the borders
I smell, i listen, and i learn, i see
Time passes along time zones
I take, i give, had i the choise?
Such is my destiny
I go my way
Thus pass my hours
To the haunting rhythm of the beating of my heart
That's my destiny
I go along my route
That's how pass my hours
br/>At my heart beats crazy rhythms
From summer fires I fly to dark winters
From autumn rains to Indian summers (1)
Lands frozen to the driest deserts
I come I come, this world is mine
From summer fires i fly to dark winters
Autumn rains to indian summer
Frozen grounds to dry deserts
I go I come, this world is mine
I live on notes and I live on light
I twirl to your cries, your hands
Life m takes me deep into all its mysteries
I see my tomorrows in your eyes
I live from notes and I live from light
I'm responding to all your cries, your hands< br/>Life's taking me to it's mysteries' hollows
I my tomorrows in your eyes
Tel est mon destiny
I go my way
Thus pass my hours
Au heady rhythm of the beats of my heart
That's my destiny
I go along my route
That's how pass my hours
At my heart beats high rythms
I go the roads and I cross borders
I feel, I listen, and I learn, I see
Time drips across time zones
I take, I give, did I have a choice?
I go the routes i go the borders
I smell, i listen, and i learn, i see
Time passes along time zones
I take, i give, had i the choise?
I take the blues at answering machine signals
I take the trouble at airports
I experience love miles away very elsewhere
And happiness on my phone
I take blues from answering machines signals
I take sadness in airports
I live love at kilometers away
And happiness at my phone
Tel est mon destiny
I go my way
Thus pass my hours
To the haunting rhythm of the beating of my heart
That's my destiny
I go along my route
That's how pass my hours
At my heart beats high rythms
(1) été indienne: a quebecer word, for a brief season existing only
br/>In Quebec and New England, two weeks of warm temperature
In autumn, may be translated as Indian summer.

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