Plus personne [English translation]

If only my steps resound

It’s that there’s no one else left

That even the wall are cold

I’ve no one else left

A few old memories

And tablets to sleep…

A few images that come back to me

A place with a stage

On the wooden boards

Thousands of people are there

But I must have smiled for too long

I didn’t see you leave

Only my steps resound

There’s no one else left

I will never dare to ask you

To return to pick me up again

I’m going to stay there

Surrounded by greasy papers

Like a god imprisoned

In a spider’s web

Only my steps resound

There’s no one else left

I believed that I could play like a man

But too bad for me, if there’s no one else left

Only the taste of your skin on the echo of my voice

I believed that I could play like a man

But too bad for me, if there’s no one else left

Only the taste of your skin on the echo of my voice

I believed that I could play like a man

But too bad for me, if there’s no one else left

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Fragile