...ir pabaigas. Naujas ruduo, nauji mokslo metai, naujas sezonas.. Kas kuo skaičiuoja - vieni metrais, kiti centimetrais.. Ir kas per daiktas yra gyvenimas, leiskit jūsų paklausti..? Kaip man šiandien pasakė vienas protingas žmogus: širdis - stipriausias raumuo. Užsispiriam ir judam tolyn.
Daug atrandu. Ypatingai savyje. Suprantu, kas mane įtakoja, pradedu atsimerkti ir suprasti, kaip išspausti iš to naudą sau. Skamba baisiai - aš šiaip malonus žmogus. Kartkartėmis truputėlį piktas. Piktutis. Urzgianti lesė.
Nauji žmonės. Įdomūs žmonės. Įvairūs žmonės. Spalvų milijonai. Atleiskit, aš šiandien nerišli. Užtat tikrai aš.
C'est la vie - all that Paris of yours, Paris of postcards and fog..
C'est la vie - invented...
C'est la vie - you still care, you're still troubled by this.
C'est la vie - a suburb train carries your days here and there
C'est la vie - permanently late...
C'est la vie - all that Paris of yours, connecting hardly more than two streets...
The pub, the church, a view from a bridge...
The pub, the church, these pavement stones...
The pub, the church, a view from a bridge...
The pub, the church, these pavement stones - so real...
Here's where you'll stay - how long can you live on tiptoe?
Here's where you'll stay - those are just your illusions...
Here's where you'll stay - at night they play the waltz at the Cascade, too...
Your friends are already at the corner - like a sin.
There's no turning back, no no...
You're going to drink this all down, also today.
Just like everyday...
C'est la vie - all that Paris of yours, Paris of postcards and fog..
C'est la vie - invented...
C'est la vie - you still care, you're still troubled by this.
C'est la vie - a suburb train carries your days here and there
C'est la vie - permanently late...
C'est la vie - all that Paris of yours, connecting hardly more than two streets...
Labanakt*
