Ainsi s'en va la vie
(From the album "C'est long c'est court")

Unofficial translation of "Ainsi s'en va la vie", a song written by Véronique Sanson
(produced with permission)

 

That's the way life goes
Sometimes at night when all is quiet
I have some strange dreams
In the grey shade, hardly awakened,
I chase the black demons
And I think about memories
Of a forgotten childhood
Where all the laughter, all the smiles,
Flowed liked milk

It's good, it's still good
It's still as strong
The truth of a memory
is in that it still exists
I forgot my audacities
But my heart remembers
The beautiful confidence already resolute
That inspired me, a very close sky
So close

I remember an old fellow
That was called Plum'Patte
Who knew how to see into the future
Our future lives and our desires
He died without telling us anything
We were very happy
I did not want to know in advance
The destiny that waits for me

That's the way life goes
In the air of the time
As if by magic
All appears obvious
Everything seems important to you

And the silence in our memoirs
Break and disappear
Making room for a mirror
That no one wanted to really see

Where no one would dare to see themselves
Out of fear to fade
The cowardice of this story
It's what everybody knows

That's the way life goes
In the air of the time
And the lunacy drifts mildly
Towards a vanished world


Little one, go and get the bread
Above all, don't stop on the way
Little one, go and get the wine
Not at that one there, at the other that you know well

The school is very good
You must have a bag in your hand
There's always a hope
And your mother and I think to keep some for you

That's the way life goes
In the air of the time
So in laughing she lives

I wonder if I am right
Or if the lunacy
has entered in my home
As a litanie
I would not want her to come now
If she really comes
Solitude at a good price
Would be necessary not to dream
After all, it's in us that the love was born
And it's in us that it sleeps
It has hypnotized us all
And it is us that it bites
With sweetness, with anger,
It makes us make in thin air
A big pile of imagination
As an acrobat
It's not funny to be an acrobat
When nobody knows how to fly
It is easier to be one automated
Who cannot think
That one can break into a thousand pieces
And then to sweep all away
To throw it all in the gutter
And to start it all again

That's the way life goes
That's the way time passes
And the lunacy
Gently moves
That's the way life goes
That's the way time passes

 

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Revised: July 01, 2002.