C'est fini

Tout nous oppose, tout nous attire
Du ressentiment et du désir
Plus de 10 ans sans connaitre ces moments là
Et te voilà, devant moi, je dois faire des choix

Quelques femmes ont traversées ma vie
Je n'ai que peu de souvenirs
Tu m'as ouvert tes bras
J'ai si peur de moi

Toutes ces années passées à attendre
Mais je sais qu'on ne peut vivre ensemble
Sans économiser nos efforts pour changer
Façonner cet amour maintes fois égratigné

Toutes ces années passées à me défendre
Mais je ne sais si nous arriverions à vivre ensemble
Tant de concessions et en face rien
Comment veux-tu que cela marche bien ?

Partir à Aubagne, plus d'une heure de route
Rester à Marseille mettrait notre couple en déroute
Et ta façon si particulière de me surveiller
Faire le vide autours de moi, je refuserais.

Tellement de choses à changer, à prendre en considération
Ta vie et la mienne chamboulées à la moindre occasion
Je réfléchis chaque seconde à cette grande équation
Je n'ai comme seul recours que de briser notre union

(pour Laurence)
Frédéric COTTA (Poete-Fada) Cette création est mise à disposition sous un contrat Creative Commons.

Monday

It's monday, I wake up and I'm sleepy
All the week it will be
Got to leave my home and go to work
And the boss is gonna be creepy
Leaving you and your kiss,
Getting in the subway
All those people around ain't smiling
If I could I would be in another place
But this the way it will be
It's my life
All day, all week
at a desk far from beach
All I want is to have some time for us
But the boss is creepy
People ain't smiling
I wonder if we could be happy
If I have no money
What a monkey business
Could we live without all those things
Internet, satelite TV, mobile phone
Home phone we're gonna crazy
All week, all the day
The same song
I just wanna go away
Ain't no pleasure sitting there
Tell me baby
Would you come with me
If I devide we're goin' out
Take a breath just for us
Far from this crazyness
Would you come with me
To a place where we could live
Without any technology
Would you dare leave all of this

12/07/2010
Frédéric COTTA (Poete-Fada)
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Blame me

Maybe I don't know what I want
Maybe I'm too much selfish but
Blame me if I say
She's not the one

Maybe I need again to proove something to myself
But I'm not in love at all
And Whatever I try to do
The truth is she's not the one

Ain't this little blaze inside of me
Ain't this special melody to my heart
Ain't those little butterflies
That could make my heart really embrase

When I see her, there's nothing at all
When I hear her, her voice don't recall
And I remember that I've done this before
Ain't nothing at all, she's not the one

So as I come along and fake it all
Maybe I needed an intermede to sustain
And I'll have to wait for the good one
Maybe I have wait too much now

Anyway, I've tried again
Even if I knew she's not the one
I did my best not to make her suffer
But she's not the one I need

(pour laurence)
Frédéric COTTA (Poete-Fada)
07 juillet 2010
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