J'attendais - Céline Dion

J’coutais longtemps couler l’eau des fontaines

Et j’coutais le vent chanter infiniment

Vagues de quitude et de paix

D’aussi loin que je me souvienne

L’enfance est un immense ocan

Et je rvais longues annes, longue indolence

O rien ne se passe mais o rien ne s’oublie

J’allais sereine et sans connatre

Le moindre feu d’une absence

Ce n’est qu’en te croisant

Que j’ai su, j’ai compris

J’attendais, j’attendais

J’attendais ton regard pour expliquer enfin

Le pourquoi de ces Au revoir

tout ce long chemin

J’attendais, j’attendais

Le pays de ton corps le toucher de tes mains

Ma douce boussole mon nord,

Le sens mes demains

Et j’abordais les troubles rives adolescentes

Les doutes, les jeux, les mauvais courants

Je me souviens les coups de sang

Des musiques et des mots de France

Amants d’avant,

Il y a bien des vies qu’on nourrit d’tudes ou de sciences

Destins faits d’aventures, de records ou d’argent

Des vies d’criture et de voyage

Ou de rve de puissance

J’y pensais bien de temps en temps,

En coutant le vent

J’attendais, j’attendais

J’attendais ton regard pour expliquer enfin

Le pourquoi de ces Au revoir

tout ce long chemin

J’attendais, j’attendais, j’attendais ton amour

Ton beau ton bel amour

Je l’attendais pour enfin vivre

En donnant mon tour

J’attendais…

I listened for a long time to the water running from the fountains

And I listened to the wind sing endlessly

Waves of Quietness and Peace

As far back as I can remember

Childhood is a huge ocean

And I dreamed long years, long indolence

Where nothing happens but where nothing is forgotten

I went serene and without knowing

The lesser fire of an absence

Only by crossing you

That I knew, I understood

I was waiting, I was waiting

I was waiting for your look to finally explain

The why of these goodbyes

all this long way

I was waiting, I was waiting

The country of your body the touch of your hands

My sweet compass my north,

Meaning my tomorrows

And I approached the troubled adolescent shores

The doubts, the games, the bad currents

I remember the blood strokes

Music and words from France

former lovers,

There are many lives that are nourished by studies or sciences

Destinies made of adventures, records or money

Lives of writing and travel

Or dream of power

I thought about it once in a while,

Listening to the wind

I was waiting, I was waiting

I was waiting for your look to finally explain

The why of these goodbyes

all this long way

I was waiting, I was waiting, I was waiting for your love

Your beautiful your beautiful love

I was waiting for it to finally live

Giving my turn

I was waiting…