It doesn't warn you when it happens, it comes from far away
He walked from bank to bank, his mouth in corner
And then one morning, when you wake up, it's almost nothing
But it's there, it puts you to sleep in the pit of your back
The pain of living, the pain of living
That you have to live well, it's worth living
You can put it on your shoulder or like a piece of jewelry on your hand
Like a flower in the buttonhole or just at the tip of the breast
It's not necessarily misery, it's not Valmy, it's not Verdun
But there are tears in the eyelids on the day that dies
On the day that comes
The pain of living, the pain of living
That it you have to live well, it's worth living
Whether you're from Rome or America, whether you're from London or Beijing
Whether you're from Egypt or Africa, from the Porte Saint-Martin
We all say the same prayer, we all do the same ch'min.
May he takes a long time when you have to do it with the pain in your back
They may want to understand us
Those who come to us with bare hands
We no longer want to hear them, we cannot no, we can't take it anymore
And all alone in the silence of a night that never ends
There we are suddenly thinking of those who haven't come back
br/>The pain of living, their pain of living
That one must live well, it is worth living
And without warning, it happens, it happens comes from far away
It wandered from bank to bank, laughing in corners
And then one morning, when you wake up, it's almost nothing
But it's there, it marvels you, in the pit of your back
The joy of living, the joy of living
You have to live well, your joy of live

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