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En Attendant Ses Pas...

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Croyez vous en l’immensité amoureuse ?
Nina Bouraoui
(Do you believe in the immensity of Love)

En Attendant Ses Pas by Celine Dion

En attendant ses pas, je mets la musique en sourdine, tout bas
Trop bete, on ne sait pas, s’il sonnait
Si je n’entendais pas cette fois
En attendant ses pas ce matin-la
Un soir? Un matin? Un hiver, une aube
Un printemps qu’il choisira
Rien, je n’en sais rien, je mets des lumieres
Les nuits au bord des chemins
En attendant ses bras je peins des fleurs aux portes
Il aimera ca
En attendant le doux temps de ses bras
Et je prends soin de moi, rouge a mes levres, a mes joues
Pour qu’il ne voit pas
Quand trop pale parfois, ne surtout pas
Qu’il me surprenne comme ca
Il y a de l’eau fraiche et du vin
Je ne sais pas ce qu’il choisira
Je ne sais s’il est blond, s’il est brun
Je ne sais s’il est grand ou pas
Mais en entendant sa voix je saurai
Que tous ses mots, tous seront pour moi
En attendant le doux temps de ses bras
J’y pense tout le temps a cet instant, oh quand on se reconnaitra
Je lui dirai c’etait bien long, non, je ne lui dirai surement pas
En attendant ses pas, je vis, je reve et je respire pour ca
En attendant juste un sens a tout ca
Un soir? Un matin? Un hiver, une aube
Un printemps qu’il choisira
Rien, je n’en sais rien, je mets des lumieres
Les nuits au bord des chemins
En attendant ses bras je peins des fleurs aux portes
Il aimera ca
En attendant juste un sens a tout ca, a tout ca

english
While waiting for his steps, I put music on mute, very low
How would I know if he rang
If I would not hear it that time
While waiting for his steps that morning
A night? A morning? A Winter, a dawn
A Spring he will chose
Nothing, I know nothing of it, I put on some lights
Nightly at the roadsides
While waiting for his arms I draw flowers on doors
He will like that
While waiting for the sweetness of his arms
And I take care of myself, red on my lips, on my cheeks
So he will not see
When too pale sometimes, he should certainly not
Surprise me like this
There is some fresh water and some wine
I don’t know which he will chose
I don’t know if he is blond, if he is brown
I don’t know if he is tall or not
But while hearing his voice, I will know
That all his words, all will be for me
While waiting for the sweetness of his arms
I’m always thinking about this moment, oh when we will recognize each other
I will tell him it was very long, no, I will certainly not tell him
While waiting for his steps, I’m living, I’m dreaming and I’m breathing for that
While just waiting for a meaning to all that
A night? A morning? A Winter, a dawn
A Spring he will chose
Nothing, I know nothing of it, I put on some lights
Nightly at the roadsides
While waiting for his arms I’m drawing flowers on doors
He will like that
While waiting for a meaning to all that, to all that

Curtis Hixon Waterfront Park, Downtown, Tampa, Florida, USA

Olympus SP570 UZ

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