En Bas Des Marches - Patrick Bruel

Elle tait assise en bas des marches

Comme adosse sa vie.

Sur ses joues, quelques traces d’une histoire qui a mal fini.

Elle tait assise en bas du monde, couter les secondes

Qui rsonnent sans rien dire, qui parlent meme plus d’avenir.

Elle attendait, attendait… qu’un sourire vienne se poser

Au milieu de ses reves avant qu' la nuit l’enlve.

J’ai cherch, maladroit, le froid de son regard,

Histoire de comprendre son histoire.

Elle vivait comme une ombre que personne ne dessine encore…

Elle m’a offert pendant quelques heures

Tous les battements de son cur,

Reconstruit en une nuit les chteaux d' sable de sa vie.

Tout ce temps pass apprendre

Les ruses pour pas se faire prendre,

A se dbattre quand il pleut au hasard de droles de jeux.

Elle riait, elle pleurait…

Sans que ses larmes ne coulent jamais.

Elle aurait tout donn pour un geste, un regard

Qui avaient tellement manqu.

Elle en parlait trop, meme demi-mot

Comme une gosse perdue qui cherche sa place sur la photo.

Elle avait l' cur en mille morceaux

Et personne pour l’emmener plus haut.

Elle passait toutes ses nuits ici attendre je n' sais qui

Au creux de ces lits de hasard

Elle cherchait des raisons d’y croire.

L’humour comme dernire politesse… pudeur de princesse.

Elle tait assise en bas des marches

Comme adosse sa vie.

Devant mes yeux cette image, qui m’a si longtemps suivi.

Elle tait assise en bas des marches…

She was sitting at the bottom of the steps

As backs his life.

On her cheeks, traces of a story that ended badly.

She was sitting at the bottom of the world, listening to the seconds

Which resonate without saying anything, which even speak more of the future.

She was waiting, waiting... for a smile to come

In the midst of his dreams before the night takes him away.

I sought, awkwardly, the coldness of his gaze,

History to understand its history.

She lived like a shadow no one draws yet...

She offered me for a few hours

All the beats of his heart,

Rebuilt in one night the sand castles of his life.

All this time spent learning

Tricks to not get caught,

To fight when it rains random funny games.

She laughed, she cried...

Without her tears ever flowing.

She would have given anything for a gesture, a look

Who had missed so much.

She talked too much about it, same half-word

Like a lost kid looking for her place in the picture.

She had her heart in a thousand pieces

And no one to take him higher.

She spent all her nights here waiting for I don't know who

In the depths of these beds of chance

She was looking for reasons to believe it.

Humor as the last politeness... princess modesty.

She was sitting at the bottom of the steps

As backs his life.

Before my eyes this image, which has followed me for so long.

She was sitting at the bottom of the steps...