Les séparés
Julien Clerc
The Separated
Don't write, I'm sad and I want to die
Beautiful summers, without you, are love without a torch
I closed my arms that cannot reach you
And knocking on my heart is knocking on the tomb
Don't write, let's just learn to die to ourselves
Ask only God, only you, if I loved you
Deep in your silence, listen that you love me
It is hearing the sky without ever going up there
Don't write, I'm afraid of you, I'm afraid of my memory
She kept your voice that often calls me
Do not show living water to those who cannot drink it
A dear writing is a living portrait
Don't write these two words that I no longer dare to read
It seems your voice spreads them on my heart
That I see them shine through your smile
It seems that a kiss imprints them on my heart
Don't write, let's just learn to die to ourselves
Ask only God, only you, if I loved you
Deep in your silence, listen that you love me
It is hearing the sky without ever going up there
Don't write!