Paul Piché - L'escalier versuri traducere în engleză

English
Translation

The stairway

Just before closing door,
I was wondering what I'm forgetting.
I touched all my pockets,
 

to understand what I'm missing.
It was neither my guitar,
nor some random medication,
to sooth a few ailments1,
or to pass time.
And along the entire stairway,
which I descended slowly,
because without reason I would've climbed 'em back,
because without reason I would've marched forward.
I was upside down,
because what I was missing,
was from inside of me.
I felt alone like a river,
abandoned by some children.
 

And, well, time was taking its time,
taking mine on its way,
without stopping, without forgetting me,
without forgetting to make me out of breadth.
It wasn't so long I was little,
now I am young and rather tall,
enough to see that we age,
even in love, even in the spring.
So here I describe myself,
in a funny position,
eyes poached in my belly.
Beer won't be the solution.
I would rather this song,
since of my life it is question,
end an evening in my home,
to the tune of an accordion.
 

And children aren't really, really mean.
They can misbehave or hurt2 from time to time,
They can spit, they can lie, they can steal.
In reality, they can do anything we teach them.
 

But a nice ending to this song,
forces me to say what I'd have said,
if I hadn't changed my mind,
as to the cause of my troubles.
Yes indeed, to save myself, I was about to
tell you that we need to be independent,
of the feelings of those we love.
To save the world and its problems,
that whatever you do you should not cry.
That on the previous song I got it wrong,
as if love had prevented me,
of giving my time to the less fortunate.
But heroes are not free,
it never fails, it's independent,
glory pays for sacrifices,
power sooths their torments.
 

Yes indeed, it's you who would have cried,
with what I'd have composed.
It's a way to make one be loved.
When those we love don't want to walk,
I pout at 'em, they didn't bite.
I left 'em, they didn't move.
I scared myself I contorted myself.
Once I understood, I came back.
 

I pout at 'em, they didn't bite.
I left 'em, they didn't move.
I scared myself I contorted myself.
Once I understood, I came back.
Once I understood that I was taking,
a really, really long detour,
to end up alone in the stairway.
I'm not teaching you anything when I say,
that we're nothing without love.
To help people you have to know how to be loved.
I'm not teaching you anything when I say,
that we're nothing without love.
To help people you have to know how to be loved.
 

• 1. here, Piché uses 'sufferings', which in French also means pains, or ailments, and well, suffering... So, it could mean psychological soothing as much as it could mean physical. It's most likely ambiguous on purpose.
• 2. here, Piché makes a play with words where 'mal faire' is literally 'poorly doing', so misbehaving or acting poorly, but 'faire mal' is 'do pain' which means 'to hurt'. It just can't be translated as-is.

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