(feat. Charles Aznavour)
Katia:
Say, what are you doing there, my sun, on this bench,
The lost look under your silver hair
Charles:
I watch my last springs flee away
Carried away by a thousand white horses
I travel, I travel, towards the blessed places of my life
From journey to journey, to through mistakes and acquired knowledge
Without baggage, through images, through dreams and through thought
From journey to journey, on the waves of my past
Katia:
This journey within the limits of your regrets, of your remorse,
Is it a refuge, is it an escape, or even an adventure?
Charles:
On the calm water of my age, where the storm no longer thunders
From turn to turn, towards my beaches of lost time
I travel
And you, young girl, to the sources of your life
Sixteen-year-old runaway, what are you doing around here?
Katia:
I go to the front of understanding and knowing,
Seeing life behind the mirrors
I travel, I travel and I run to move forward
From trip to trip, backpack, hair in the wind,
Sometimes crazy, sometimes wise, refusing received ideas
br/>From journey to journey, in the hope of finding a goal
Charles:
You are the child between two wars, of a raw world,
At the beginning sarroi of men and women in misery,
Under the yoke of every man for himself
Katia:
From shore to shore, for strikes to discover,
From mirage to mirage, towards the shores of the future
Charles and Katia:
I travel, I travel, a little more days and nights
From journey to journey, through dreams and insomnia
In clear weather, or in a storm, with a light foot or a heavy step
From mirage to mirage, through memory and through love
I travel.