Qu'aurions-nous laissé - Marie Denise Pelletier

On aurait pu oser

Au moins pour les mémoires

De nos destins croisés

Et puis de notre histoire

On aurait pu oser

Frôler plus que nos âmes

Oser nos corps serrés

Sans témoins et sans drame

Mais qu’aurions-nous laissé

Au creux de ces matins

Parfumés à l’aurore de nos corps

Mais qu’aurions-nous laissé

À part quelques regrets,

À part quelques remords

Mais qu’aurions-nous laissé?

On aurait pu oser

Défier toutes les lois

Et puis s’abandonner

Tout au creux de nos bras

On aurait pu oser

Prendre pour seul témoin

Toutes les nuits étoilées

Et puis même l’au-delà

Mais qu’aurions-nous laissé

Au creux de ces matins

Parfumés à l’aurore de nos corps

Mais qu’aurions-nous laissé

À part quelques regrets,

À part quelques remords

Mais qu’aurions-nous laissé?

J’imagine ton sourire

En attendant ces mots

Dis-moi, dis-moi…

Mais qu’aurions-nous laissé

Au creux de ces matins

Parfumés à l’aurore de nos corps

Mais qu’aurions-nous laissé

À part quelques regrets,

À part quelques remords

Mais qu’aurions-nous laissé?

Je t’aurais toujours aimé

Je t’aurais toujours aimé

Je t’aurais toujours aimé…

We could have dared

At least for memoirs

Of our crossed destinies

And then our story

We could have dared

Brush more than our souls

Dare our tight bodies

Without witnesses and without drama

But what would we have left

In the hollow of these mornings

Scented with the dawn of our bodies

But what would we have left

Apart from a few regrets,

Apart from some remorse

But what would we have left?

We could have dared

Defy all laws

And then surrender

Deep in our arms

We could have dared

take as sole witness

All starry nights

And then even the afterlife

But what would we have left

In the hollow of these mornings

Scented with the dawn of our bodies

But what would we have left

Apart from a few regrets,

Apart from some remorse

But what would we have left?

I imagine your smile

Waiting for those words

Tell me, tell me...

But what would we have left

In the hollow of these mornings

Scented with the dawn of our bodies

But what would we have left

Apart from a few regrets,

Apart from some remorse

But what would we have left?

I would have always loved you

I would have always loved you

I would have always loved you...