Description
Sometimes grief is simply exhaustion from trying to understand. When the mind searches for explanations that don't exist, and the heart still burns candles for the repose of feelings that will never return. You seem to know: you can't dive into the same river all the time, especially if the bottom is covered with broken glass. But habit is a strange thing: you walk to the edge again, look down, and take the step anyway.
There is no dramatic sorrow in this sound, but rather a quiet, resilient regret. It's as if the person isn't crying, but simply allowing their eyes to take a break from pretending. Warmth, pain, a little French hopelessness and a touch of pride in still being able to feel.
Lyrics and translation
Original
c'est pas la première fois
que je pleure en pensant à toi
et quand je pense à toi
j'ai le coeur au mauvais endroit
moi je fais pas confiance au premier venu
je t'ai donné ta chance mais t'as disparu
je cherche encore des excuses
pour te comprendre
pour que la mort ne soit pas
la grande gagnante
j'ai fait le tour de la question
au moins cent fois, voire des millions
c'est pas la première fois
que je plonge sans regarder en bas
et la nuit je revois
dans mes songes les signes d croix
personne ne peut prédire les joies les chagrins
t'as préféré t'enfuir avant la fin
je cherche encore des excuses
pour te comprendre
pour que la mort ne soit pas
la grande gagnante
j'ai fait le tour de la question
au moins cent fois, voire des millions
ouh ouh ouh (...)
je cherche encore des excuses
pour te comprendre
pour que la mort ne soit pas
la grande gagnante
je cherche encore des excuses
pour te comprendre
pour que la mort ne soit pas
la grande gagnante
j'ai fait le tour de la question
au moins cent fois, voire des millions
English translation
it's not the first time
that I cry thinking of you
and when I think of you
my heart is in the wrong place
I don't trust anyone
I gave you your chance but you disappeared
I'm still looking for excuses
to understand you
so that death is not
the big winner
I looked around the question
at least a hundred times, even millions
it's not the first time
that I dive without looking down
and at night I see again
in my dreams the signs of the cross
no one can predict the joys the sorrows
you preferred to run away before the end
I'm still looking for excuses
to understand you
so that death is not
the big winner
I looked around the question
at least a hundred times, even millions
ouh ouh ouh (...)
I'm still looking for excuses
to understand you
so that death is not
the big winner
I'm still looking for excuses
to understand you
so that death is not
the big winner
I looked around the question
at least a hundred times, even millions