He makes his way through the heart of the night,. With all he owns in a pack. Those childhood ways disappeared in the struggle,. And it don't look like they're coming back.
Deep in the heart of a city night. There's a young girl dancing free. Twiling in cirlce by the front porch light. Out on the street of dreams, out on the street of dreams.
SOLO:. Pour tous les employs. C'est l'heure d'la fermeture. A nous de travailler. D'ramasser les ordures. DUO:. On pouss' notre balai. On lave et on rcure.
Swam accross that muddy river. The moon was shining down. The tide was swift and the water deep. But I did not drown. I touched the land of milk and honey.
SOLO:. Pour tous les employs. C'est l'heure d'la fermeture. A nous de travailler. D'ramasser les ordures. DUO:. On pouss' notre balai. On lave et on rcure.
I was lookin' back on faded dreams from yesturday. Like a brush from my past they painted the evening sky. But the currents so strong, I couldn't hold on.
JEANNE :. Je sens comme un problme. Je ne sais pas c'qu'il y a,. Je sens comme une gne,. Je suis pas bien dans cet endroit.. Peut-tre c'est pas ma place.
I was holding on to my grandad's hand. He was pointing to the promised land. That lay beyond the reservation road. He said don't make promises that you won't keep.
JEANNE :. J'ai rencontr un garon formidable. Quand je l'ai vu juste en face de moi. J'ai ressenti ce frisson agrable. Qui te dit que l'amour te tend les bras..
With the wings of sorrow, I have taken flight. Cloaked in the darkness like a thief in the night. I have watched the farmer planting in his field. And known that what he sows, is there for me to steal.
UN TRES BEAU GARCON :. Vous tes belle, vous tes belle,. Mademoiselle,. JEANNE :. Oui , mais je suis presse,. Laissez moi donc passer. LUI :. Ne fuyez pas ainsi,.
I praise you for the rivers the mountains and the streams. I praise you for the eagle, the visions and the dreams. I praise all your creations the mountains and the streams.
Everyones got something. To say these days. Everyone knows how it should be. But its a miracle man. Each day goes to plan. The ones that dont arent so easy.
FRANCOIS. La vie rserve ses surprises. Des choses qu'on n'attendait pas. Souvent ce n'est qu'une btise. Un amour qui vient qui s'en va. Mais la vie sait tre cruelle.
Garbage fires, worn out tires. Dull jackknives, broken lives. Starts and stops, at old pawn shops. Boys first fish, drunkards wish. Thoughts of war, behind a motel door.
FRANCOIS. La vie rserve ses surprises. Des choses qu'on n'attendait pas. Souvent ce n'est qu'une btise. Un amour qui vient qui s'en va. Mais la vie sait tre cruelle.
A orphan child is always looking for a home. A restless spirit with a burning desire to roam. Nobody can hold her too long, she's afraid she just might stay.
Cheers to a girl. I believe her eyes were hazel. We met on a night that was cold and dark. I took her number tried twice to no answer. So I did take a walk home thru the park.