Photo Copyright 2010 Alain Millon
Avec le Temps (With Time)
Words and music by Léo Ferré
Translated from French by Alain Millon
With time…
With time,
Away, all goes away
We forget the face and we forget the voice
When the heart is no longer beating, it’s not worth going
Seeking further, you need to let go and all is well
With time…
With time,
Away, all goes away
That one we adored, that one we sought under the rain,
That one we understood from just a glance
Between the words, between the lines and under the blush
Of a made up vow, which leaves into the night
With time, all vanishes
With time...
With time, away, all goes away
Even the best of memories, they give you one of those faces
At the " I Rummage Through The Death Section Gallery"
On a Saturday night when tenderness leaves all by itself
With time…
With time, away, all goes away
That one in whom we believed for a cold, for next to nothing,
That one to whom we gave wind and jewels
For whom we would have sold our soul for a few pennies
In front of whom we would crawl like dogs crawl
With time, anyway, all goes well
With time…
With time, away, all goes away
We forget the passions and we forget the voices
That would softly whisper some words of the have-nots
“Don’t come home too late, make sure not to catch a cold"
With time…
With time, away, all goes away
And we feel worn down like a broken horse
And we feel frozen in the bed of odds
And we feel all alone, perhaps, but cushy
And we feel cheated by the lost years
So truly
With time
We no longer love.
