Imaginer - Jackie Evancho

Assise au bord de mon grand cœur

je parle de paix sans pudeur

d’un arbre millénaire me racontant l’histoire

qu’ici-bas on a peine à croire:

Bien avant la Tour de Babel

les iPhones, les moteurs diesel

existait un jardin

grand comme notre vieille Terre

où les hommes protégeaient leurs frères.

Imaginer un monde solaire

où se dissoudraient nos vieilles guerres,

imaginer un monde sans faim

où le ciel d’un seul Dieu

éteindrait tous les feux

Ouvre les yeux

et lance-toi du haut de ton rêve le plus fou !

Le secret c’est d’y croire encore

et malgré tout.

Ouvre les yeux !

Imaginer un monde solaire

où se dissoudraient nos vieilles guerres,

imaginer un monde sans faim

où le ciel d’un seul Dieu

éteindrait tous les feux

Seated on the edge of my big heart

I speak of peace shamelessly

of a millennium tree telling me the story

that here below we have trouble to believe:

Long before the Tower of Babel

the iPhones and diesel engines

there was a garden

as big as our old Earth

where people would protect their brothers.

Open your eyes

and launch yourself from the top of your craziest dream !

The secret is to believe it still

and despite everything.

Open your eyes !

To imagine a solar world

where our old wars would desolve,

to imagine a hungerless world

where the sky of one God

would extinguish all fires.

Sitting on the edge of my great heart

I speak of peace without shame

of a millennial tree telling me the story

that down here it is hard to believe:

Long before the Tower of Babel

iPhones, diesel engines

there was a garden

big like our old earth

where men protected their brothers.

Imagine a solar world

where our old wars would dissolve,

imagine a world without hunger

where the sky of one God

would put out all the fires

Open your eyes

and launch yourself from the top of your wildest dream!

The secret is to still believe

and despite everything.

Open your eyes !

Imagine a solar world

where our old wars would dissolve,

imagine a world without hunger

where the sky of one God

would put out all the fires

Seated on the edge of my big heart

I speak of peace shamelessly

of a millennium tree telling me the story

that here below we have trouble to believe:

Long before the Tower of Babel

the iPhones and diesel engines

there was a garden

as big as our old Earth

where people would protect their brothers.

open your eyes

and launch yourself from the top of your craziest dream!

The secret is to believe it still

and despite everything.

Open your eyes!

To imagine a solar world

where our old wars would solve,

to imagine a hungry world

where the sky of one God

would extinguish all fires.