Train...

... et par la fenêtre, je vois ces endroits où je ne vivrai jamais, mes oreilles bercées par un disque aux contours sentimentaux, je serre mon baladeur contre moi, et j'aimerais que tu sois là.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail ? A smile from a veil ? Do you think you can tell ?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts ? Hot ashes for trees ? Hot air for a cool breeze ? Cold comfort for change ? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage ?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found ? The same old fears, wish you were here.

[Pink Floyd, Wish you were here]

Comments

[erzébeth]

Je ne connais pas non plus, Holly ! A part deux-trois chansons. Peut-être qu'on devra ouvrir la porte ensemble :-)

[Holly G.]

Tu vois, je ne connais pas Pink Floyd. Pour de vrai, je veux dire. Je suis ignorante de tant de choses. Tu m'ouvres une porte.