(Alice Donadel/Pierre Charles Marcel Leroyer)
My first friend is nothing more than a dot on the horizon.
My first love already no longer has a name
And when I look at the photo of this little boy
I barely recognize my face.
My first car, I was crazy about it, I was proud of it
It is now just a poor pile of iron.
My first song that was to make the whole Earth sing
I left it on distant shores.
It's water, it's wind that we drink and then forget
Fine and moving sand and my steps are lost in the night
Wonderful sun which gives us back every day
The illusion of believing that we will last forever.
Wonderful girl of today, you who are my love
Because you are as wise as a picture.
br/>It is water, it is wind that I hold in the palm of my two hands.
Fine and moving sand which covers the stones of the path.
As long as I live, I will drink the water and the strong wind
In full sips in the dawning morning
Without ever regretting anything from yesterday, telling myself that tomorrow
I will still have much more.
It's water, it's wind that we drink and then forget
Fine, shifting sand and my steps are lost in the night
C 'is water, it's wind that we drink and then forget
Fine and moving sand and my steps are lost in the night
It's water water is wind that we drink and then forget
Fine, shifting sand and my steps are lost in the night.

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