Un Temps Pour Tout [English translation]

I've liked the way

your hand, from time to time,

modulated the sound

of the (frequency) modulation.

Your hand probing,

Michiko, the glove compartment.

Your hand over my neck

There is a time for everything.

(chorus)

I've liked your face

lit by the toll booth lights

liked this conversation

under the road signs.

I've liked your theories

about highways, at night

I've liked it when I slept at your place

There is a time for everything.

I've liked the way

your eyes, from time to time,

followed the path,

a finger on the map1,

your eyes unveiling

an exit to Montauban2

Your eyes close to mine, out of focus

There is a time for everything.

(chorus)

I've liked the way,

not far from the petrol pumps

your lips clung to

the brim of a plastic cup,

your lips blowing

clouds of white cold.

For your lips, I confess,

there is a time for everything.

(chorus)

There is a time for everything (2x)

1. Michelin prints very popular road maps2. a midlle-sized city in southwestern France

• Artist:Vincent Delerm
• Album:Quinze chansons (2008)