chanson (from "the baker's wife") - emily skinner lyrics
[denise]
chaque jour est un jour comme les autres deux jours
le potage, l’ouvrage, peut*être l’amour
le soleil, il voyage, le mode fait un tour
ainsi c’est toujours le même
every day as you do what you do every day
you see the same faces who fill the café
and if some of those faces have new things to say
nothing is really different
and the wind changes course and the moon changes phase
and the world spins around with the greens and the grays
and you never take time out to think of the ways
everything might be different
and then one day, suddenly, something can happen
it may be quite simple, it may be quite small
but all of a sudden, your stew tastes different
and you hear a gull cry in a different key
and you see with new eyes, and the faces you see
are the people you don’t know at all
and the someone who touches your hair every day
touches you now in a different way
and you may want to run or you may want to stay forever
and since life is the cry of a gull and the taste of your stew
and the way that he feels when he touches you
now your whole life is different
now your whole life is new
chaque jour est un jour comme les autres deux jours
le potage, l’ouvrage, peut*être l’amour
le soleil, il voyage, le mode fait un tour
ainsi c’est toujours le même
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