Michel Berger - La minute de Silence - A Minute of Silence


An evening, you'll find drafts (rough work) in their hiding place
To see, you'll take out records from their sleeves
Our story, you'll see it go by in your head

Then hush, put softly (gently) a finger in front of your mouth
And fight, erase from your memory these words that touch us
Burn, these pictures that submerge us in solitude

Listen, what's left of us
Still (immobilized) and standing up
A minute of silence

What's left, that's all
From these two immense (vast) hearts
Of this mad love
And do when you think about it
In memory of us
A minute of silence

Listen passing my "white nights" ("nuits blanches" is an expression that describes nights when you cannot sleep)
In your volutes of blue smoke
This minute of silence
Is for both of us

Listen, what's left of us
Still and standing up
A minute of silence

What's left, that's all
From these two immense hearts
Of this mad love
And do when you think about it
In memory of us
A minute of silence

Listen passing my "white nights"
In your volutes of blue smoke
This minute of silence
Is for both of us

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