Men sitting in a room Half empty, Half closed Some paintings still hanging Others have already taken them away Looking for a bit of light Inside the bottom of a glass And walking along the river While the current goes its own way How many things that let us Talk Hours and hours Without ever understanding Without ever really speaking I just wanted a heart That beat and didn't ask All those things That make me go back To when the emotions covered me so much That I couldn't even see myself anymore Names Only names remain Scattered on an agenda Already forgotten Names As if, if lying in the sun But then it rains and it no longer warms you Of course life is strange at times A bit of a lady A bit of a pimp And I often ask myself If I'm better now That I know Having the strength to start again Even when you are conscious That you are still on the high seas And you can't take it anymore Names Vague memories remain Without smell or heat Only names How many names have passed in my head And inside my heart Names They are written in an agenda That I have searched for And that I can't even find more