La lettre à Marie
Daniel Balavoine
The letter to Mary
The shadows of the trees have changed color
The large table invaded by smokers
Lies down and shares
And shares reluctantly
The shadows of the trees have taken on a sulky air
On all fours among the drinkers
I move forward and wonder
The doctor is watching me
His eye speaks to me
His arms disentangle me from this fog
I wake up a little more each night
My hands are warm, Mary
You see, it's getting better
The pain is over
The doctor told me
We will live in music
And between the wall and oblivion
We can resume the journey
Today I am cured
I saw Axel and his fiancée Lilli
There is talk of them getting married one day
She is still pregnant
Still pregnant and it's lovely
Little Jeanne is twelve and a half years old
How old would our brother be today?
Here, his place is empty
We live in silence
And his face
In our existences
Speaks and smiles
Her cry fades a little more each night
My hands are warm, Mary
You see, it's getting better
The pain is over
The doctor told me
We will live in music
And between the wall and oblivion
We can resume the journey
Today I am cured
