The beginning of January, if I was able to count correctly
Remainder of celebration or very strong wishes?
From Ruth or from Moà ¯shé, whose idea?
What does it matter if I won the race, and among thousands
We all We were victorious, even the last of the last
Once at least the best, we who were born
In the hollow of our mothers how good it is mature
And then I saw the light so I went out
And I said
Good idea
There was sun , perfumes, rain
Every day a new awakening, every day another night
Roads and bikers and rugby matches
Spaghetti, Frà©déric Dard and Johnny Winter too
I was told it's just a spark before the darkness
Just a passage, a rainbow heaven, a strange absurdity
Brothers, tender ones, treasures to seek
Dizziness to take, Â understand girls to caress
I said to myself
Good idea
And then there's you who shows up, opening my curtains wide
And floods of colors burst forth and the blue seems much more beautiful
And nothing really changes but everything is different
Like these feasts that we eat alone or in them sharing
I was walking randomly as evening had fallen
With my bag and my guitar I was a little tired
Everything Was it so deserted to quench my thirst?
And then I saw the light and I found you
Good idea