By Marc Lavoine, 1999.

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Where I first heard it: a chorus in Respire, a medley-skit from Les Enfoires 2005 (5:02 minutes in).

[This one is where I fail at prepositions big-time. Anyone wanting to kibbitz, feel free. Assorted liberties taken.]


We're fragile at the core of our voices
When someone says "I love you," I believe it
We're weak with the foolishness of hope
The truth of childhood that's sometimes forgotten
They're feeble - our new ideas
for making more beautiful life without joy.
The letters never received,
Those never sent, because...?

I just wanted to teach you to count on me
Oh, I just wanted you to learn to count with me
until we ran out of fingers

Running in the sunflowers
Striding through the cornfields
Rediscovering parasols
and the flavor of summer nights
The prancing horses
The memories, the mixups
and the menthol candies
The taste of liberty

The slim chance that we could stay
Yeah, yeah, mm, mm, we're holding onto it anyway
though it's scrawny as a swallow - a little swallow
that will die in the winter
The small possibility of feeling again
something that's warm
This tiny fighting back
that must somehow move things

Running through the sunflowers
Striding through the cornfields
Rediscovering parasols
and the essence of summer nights
The prancing horses
like parents skipping out
and the menthol candies
The taste of liberty