Listen

Someone told me that our lives aren’t a big deal;
They pass in an instant, like the withering of roses.
Someone told me time that slips is a bastard
That makes coats from our sadness.
However, someone told me…

That you love me still
Someone told me that you could still love me
Is it possible, then?

Someone told me that destiny mocks us,
That it doesn’t give us anything and yet promises us everything.
It seems that happiness is within arms reach -
We reach out a hand and are driven mad.
But someone told me

That you love me still
Someone told me that you could still love me
Is it possible, then?
Is it possible, then…?

But who was it that told me you’ve always loved me?
I don’t remember anymore; it was late at night.
I try to listen again to the voice, but I no longer see its features.
“He loves you, it’s a secret - don’t tell him that I told you” -
You see, someone told me

That you love me still, did they really say
That you love me still? Is it possible, then?

Someone told me that our lives aren’t a big deal;
They pass in an instant, like the withering of roses.
Someone told me time that slips is a bastard
That makes coats from our sadness.
However, someone told me

That you love me still.
Someone told me that you could still love me
Is it possible, then?

——- Quelqu’un M’a Dit : Carla Bruni

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