Le Reste Du Temps
Francis Cabrel
The Rest of the Time
And if we slept under the trees
The rest of the time
Two lovers lying on rags
Two beginners
Under the lounging skies
Just do the same...
Better than all the marble palaces
The gold of the sultans
Some branches that keep us
From the bad winds
I will do everything you long for
The man or the child
In our disturbed gardens
So many elongated flowers, so many
Under the orange light
Our bodies mixed for a long time, for a long time
Nothing worth talking about
Nothing worrying
A mirror for you to adorn yourself
I love you nonetheless
No one is watching us
Or hearing us...
In our disturbed gardens
So many elongated flowers, so many
Under the orange light
Our bodies mixed for a long time, for a long time
While the world chatters
About nothing important
We could sleep under the trees
The rest of the time...
