Les séparés
Carla Bruni
The Separated
How will the separated ones manage
When their days are numbered?
How will they fall asleep
Without their sighs mingling?
How will the separated ones manage
Against the bite of absence?
Against the boredom and silence
That tear them apart like paper?
Will we all be the separated ones
Orphans, lost?
Will we all be the separated ones
Strangers, unknown?
Will we all be the separated ones?
How will the separated ones manage
To no longer be one to the other?
Like the damned, like the apostles
And imprisoned to each other
Will we all be the separated ones
Orphans, lost?
Will we all be the separated ones
Strangers, unknown?
Will we all be the separated ones?
How will the separated ones manage
When their days are numbered
And soon they will taste
Suffering and secrecy?
Will we all be the separated ones
Orphans, lost?
Will we all be the separated ones
Strangers, unknown?
Will we all be the separated ones
Orphans, lost?
Will we all be the separated ones
Strangers, unknown?
Will we all be the separated ones
Orphans, lost?
Will we all be the separated ones
Strangers, unknown?
Will we all be the separated ones?
