Jessica Fichot - Le Grenier

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  1. asasas said:

    Thumbs up Jessica Fichot - Le Grenier

    Et si on t'avait dit il n'y a pas si longtemps
    Quand tu etais enfant ou du moins dans le coeur
    Ce que tu deviendrais...
    L'aurais tu cru alors et le vois tu maintenant
    Comment tu as change, comme en si peu de temps
    Tu es devenu grand?

    Dans tes mirroirs, tes grandes fenetres
    Tu te regardes sans jamais plus te reconnaitre
    Vivant, souriant de chaque luxe que t'as achete
    Au grand sacrifice de ton passe

    Chorus:
    Pris dans ta routine, ton comfort
    Un jour t'es monte au grenier
    Et tu l'as rempli a ras bord
    Du garcon que t'etais
    Et tes reves et tes souvenirs
    Il reste oublie au grenier
    Pourtant tu restes la les pieds leves
    Sans jamais monte au grenier

    Et pendant que tu t'amuses a compter les secondes
    A etre responsable, a dominer ton monde
    De choses materielles
    Au grenier le garcon qui avait tant de couleurs
    Commence a s'effacer en regrettant les heures
    Ou il pouvait voir le ciel

    Il ne survit que grace a hier
    Au reves d'aventures pris de poussiere
    En ignorant sa solitude par habitude
    Sans que jamais tu regardes en arriere
    Last edited by asasas; 08-16-2010 at 04:11 AM.
     
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    If you had been told, not so long ago,
    When you were a child, or at least in your heart,
    What you would become...
    Would you have believed it then, and do you see it now
    How you've changed, how, in so little time,
    You've grown up?

    In your mirrors, your big windows
    You look at youself without ever recognizing you
    Alive, smiling out of every luxury you've bought
    At the great sacrifice of your past

    Chorus:
    Caught in your routine, your confort
    On day, you went up into the attic
    And you filled it to the brim
    With the boy you were
    And your dreams and your memories
    He remains forgotten in the attic
    Yet, you stay there, doing nothing
    Without ever going up into the attic

    And while you're having counting up the seconds
    Being responsible, mastering your world
    Of material things
    In the attic, the once so coloured boy
    Starts fading, regretting the time
    When he could see the sky

    He only survives thanks to yesterday
    To the dusty adventure dreams
    Ignoring his loneliness out of habit
    Without you ever looking back