More songs by Gabi Hartmann
Description
Associated Performer: Gabi Hartmann feat. Arat Kilo
Associated Performer: Gabi Hartmann
Associated Performer: Arat Kilo
Lyricist, Composer: Gabrielle Hartmann
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Composer, Mastering Engineer: Fabien Girard
Composer: Aristide Gonçalves
Composer: Michaël Havard
Composer: Samuel Hirsch
Composer: Florent Berteau
Composer: Gérald Bonnegrace
Composer: ARAT KILO
Producer: Alexandre Debuchy
Lyrics and translation
Original
Je sens couler en moi les larmes d'un temps passé, qui ne reviendra pas, qui ne reviendra plus.
Je sens parler, j'entends chanter tout bas une voix qui s'est brisée, qui s'est vidée.
J'avais pourtant cru qu'elle me guiderait souvent, qu'elle me sauverait de ces gens, de ces querelles qui me hantent et tyrannisent mon âme errante.
Je dois l'avouer, peut-être un peu fragile.
Si j'avais vu au loin le temps nager dans l'ombre, l'océan, j'aurais fait une autre que moi.
Mais tout cela ne m'appartient pas, je crois.
Mes yeux se noient dans un courant.
Je sens couler en moi les larmes d'un temps passé, qui ne reviendra pas, qui ne reviendra plus.
Je n'ai même plus l'envie, le temps de regretter ce que ma vie aura figé dans mes pensées fil des années, fuit dans mes doigts.
Le plus souvent, c'est dans mes pas que je me perds.
Je ne sais pas où me cacher.
Je n'ai jamais pu retrouver un sens.
Si j'avais su, si j'avais vu que c'était ça, la vie volée, j'aurais fait une autre que moi.
Mais je ne sais pas comment m'apprivoiser.
English translation
I feel the tears of a past time flowing within me, which will not come back, which will never come back again.
I feel speaking, I hear a voice singing softly that has broken, that has become empty.
Yet I had believed that she would often guide me, that she would save me from these people, from these quarrels which haunt me and tyrannize my wandering soul.
I must admit, perhaps a little fragile.
If I had seen time swimming in the shadows in the distance, the ocean, I would have done something other than myself.
But all this doesn't belong to me, I believe.
My eyes are drowning in a current.
I feel the tears of a past time flowing within me, which will not come back, which will never come back again.
I no longer even have the desire, the time to regret what my life will have frozen in my thoughts over the years, leaking through my fingers.
Most often, it is in my steps that I get lost.
I don't know where to hide.
I could never find meaning again.
If I had known, if I had seen that this was what a stolen life was, I would have done something other than myself.
But I don't know how to tame myself.