Des histoires
Édith Piaf
Stories
A story of not knowing for whom
A story of not knowing why I lived my life
I told myself, told myself, told myself
I told myself, told myself stories
A story of knowing why we laugh,
Why we cry
What’s the point of having a heart
I told myself, told myself, told myself
I told myself, told myself stories
And little by little
I ended up loving you
And one day your story
Came into my life
A story of not being seasoned
At first, I didn’t quite get it
But despite myself, I told myself, told myself, told myself
I told myself, told myself stories,
Love stories, a little, a lot
Never always, and suddenly, madly
I told myself, told myself, told myself
I told myself, told myself stories
And little by little
I ended up loving you
Way too much to
Have you love me back
A story of not knowing for whom
A story of not knowing why you left me
I told myself, told myself, told myself
I told myself, told myself stories
Your lack of heart wasn’t true
And that you just wanted to scare me
That you’d come back
That it was never anything, never anything, never anything
That it was never anything, never just a story.
But it was too late
That time to believe it
Too late to forget you
Too late to stop loving you
A story of not knowing for whom…
A story of not knowing why…
