L'oubli [English translation]
L'oubli [English translation]
She walks slowly as if she were battling time,
she submits her body,
all her moves.
She looks around the place
to see if the weather is fine.
From the sofa to the couch.
From the sofa to the couch,
but there is no one that she must take care of.
Nothing but just a cup to go by in the morning.
To her, nothing is not exactly
like it used to be before.
From the sofa to the couch.
From the sofa to the couch.
Oblivion. The oblivion as a distraction
from the hurtful tendencies.
Oblivion as if she denounced
her past, her sadness.
Oblivion is superficial,
it's what makes us suffer.
But, on the inside,
it's what helps us hold on.
She remains that beautiful
at an instant.
On these black hair,
not even a white hair.
She accepts her choices,
her memory that surpasses the battlefield,
from the past to the present.
Concerning the past, I speak to her
for all of this and nothing.
Her childhood,
she keeps remembering.
From a bouquet of roses
that I just brought,
the perfume won't go off
but the memory will fade.
Oblivion. The oblivion as a distraction
from the hurtful tendencies.
Oblivion as if she denounced
her past, her sadness.
Oblivion is superficial,
it's what makes us suffer.
But, on the inside,
it's what helps us hold on.
Oblivion. The oblivion as a distraction
from the hurtful tendencies.
Oblivion as if she denounced
her past, her sadness.
Oblivion is superficial,
it's what makes us suffer.
But, on the inside,
it's what helps us hold on.
Oblivion opens her heart up
until nothing is left inside.
The oblivion, just like an tension,
has a silver lining in its cloud.
Oblivion is a space
not understood by anyone.
But, to her, it's the place
to which her soul roams around.
- Artist:Lara Fabian
- Album:Ma vie dans la tienne