La mémoire des jours [English translation]

But it is a little late

Get out of the way

Roaming against me

I will find her again

Some part, I see it

Touching my hand

Is there someone?

Answer

Answer

Of course, I still love her

In those living slums

But it's a little late

Where living is cursed

We interfere in our own legs

I came closer, when I saw you

It was you, it was you

I still remember

What did we get from those days?

Those days...

And the memory of those days

Those days...

And the memory of those days

But the heat is there

But the heat is there

We go further over there

Under the shadow of our steps

Who continues without us

It was her, it was me

It was her on my neck

We don't know

What did we get from those days?

Those days...

And the memory of those days

Those days...

And the memory of those days

Those days...

And the memory

We sleep

We sleep

We sleep

We sleep

• Artist:Raphaël (France)
• Album:La réalité