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EVERY DAY WITH YOU

How the sunlight plays in your hair
and the colourful clothes that you wear
the look in your eyes, light in your smile
and love in the air

All your good vibrations become
gentle words with the warmth of the sun
and I never felt like this before

You, you make me so happy
I feel alive so free and new
the sun shines through every day with you

How the sunlight plays in your hair
and the colourful clothes that you wear
the look in your eyes, light in your smile
and love in the air

All your good vibrations become
gentle words with the warmth of the sun
and I never felt like this before

You, you make me so happy
I feel alive so free and new
the sun shines through every day with you
You, you make me so happy
I feel alive so free and new
the sun shines through everyday with you

Every day, every day, every day
every day, every day, every day
every day, every day, every day
every day with you

La nuit est un voyage
Les paupières se ferment
Aux portes du réel,
Et les jours d’un autre âge
Etouffent les querelles.


La route est sinueuse
Et blanche et infinie
Le pas lourd, illusoire
Immobile et en vain
S’enlise dans le rien.


Un gouffre sombre et vide

Attire de son œil noir,
Et l’air aspire le fil
Fragile et transparent
D’une vie passée à rien.


Les mains, les bras, le corps
S’élèvent dans l’air doux
Légère est la pensée,
Limpide le regard
Et rien ne vient heurter
Les mots de l’aurevoir.

The night is a voyage
Eyelids are closing
On the gates of the real
And days of another age
Crush quarrels


The road is winding
White and infinite
The heavy step, illusoryImmobile and in vain
Sinks into the nothingness


A dark and empty gulf
Attracks with its black eye
And the air sucks in
The fragile and transparent thread
Of an empty life

Hands, arms and body
Reach up in the sweet air
Light is the thought
Limpid the eye
And nothing will trouble
The words of adieu

Des paysages dessinent ton visage
J’inonde ta peau de mes larmes de sel
Et je berce doucement ton image
Dans le creux de mon âme temporelle


J’entends le train de ta nuit envahir
Notre chambre embrumée de silence
Des ailes dans un souffle écorchent mon désir
Où trouverai-je la force providence ?


Ris mon ange, abreuve-toi de mon sel

Et quand ton aile effleurera ma joue

Quand ton souffle éteindra l’étincelle
D’or sera parée ma nuit éternelle.

Landscapes describe your face
I flood your skin with my salty tears
And I gently cradle your image
In the hollow of my temporal soul

I can hear the night train invading
Our bedroom in a mist of silence
Wings with one breath scorch my desire
Where dear providence, will I find the strength?


Laugh my angel, drink in my salt
And when your wings brushes against my cheek
When your breath puts out the candle
With gold my eternal night will attired