Lyrics of Je t'écris - Grégory Lemarchal

Je t'écris (original)

Je t'(c)cris des trottoirs de nos villes habill (c)es en No"l,
de quelques nuits d’hiver aux saveurs douces-amres
Je t'(c)cris de ces soirs de lumires,
des yeux (c)merveill (c)s de cette petite fille
au pied d’un grand sapin sur la cinquime avenue
Je t'(c)cris d’un d (c)part, d’une valise oubli (c)e
Je t'(c)cris d’un lac blanc o№ ce couple patine
Je t'(c)cris d’un d (c)sert o№ l'(c)pave d’un bateau se souvient de la mer,
je t'(c)cris d’une terre o№ des maisons s'(c)croulent
Je t'(c)cris de Venise, o№ les amants s'(c)veillent au son de vieux clochers
Il y neigera peut-Єtre encore cette ann (c)e
Je t'(c)cris de la mer, au large de Gibraltar le regard vers Tanger
Je t'(c)cris de l’Afrique o№ l’on meurt par milliers
Des quatre coins de la terre, je t'(c)cris des tranch (c)es de guerres abandonn (c)es
Je t'(c)cris d’un baiser, de ce banc de Paris
o№ deux amants s’enlacent dans leur (c)ternit© et que rien ni personne ne pourrait d (c)ranger
Je t'(c)cris d’un caf©, de l’aile d’un avion
o№ nos m (c)moires s’enlacent dans ton (c)ternit© et que rien ni personne ne pourrait m’enlever
Je t'(c)cris de ces ciels de quart monde
o№ les corps si l (c)gers d’enfants trop peu nourris s'(c)lvent sans faire de bruit
Je t'(c)cris de la rue o№ l’on danse et l’on chante
Je t'(c)cris du plumier d’un vieillard solitaire la chambre oubli (c)e
Je t'(c)cris de la part de ces dieux impuissants aux noms desquels on tue
Je t'(c)cris de la main de ces hommes de paix qui n’ont pas renonc© Je t'(c)cris de la Seine, la tour Eiffel y brille dans des reflets pass (c)s
Je t'(c)cris du souvenir d’un baiser par milliers
Des quatre coins de la terre, je ferai le tour du monde, d’un jour trs ordinaire
Je t'(c)cris de ce rЄve de t’avoir tant aim© Je t'(c)cris (c)bloui par tant d’humanit©

(translation)

I (c)shout to you from the sidewalks of our cities dressed in Christmas,
of a few winter nights with bittersweet flavors
I (c)crie to you from these evenings of light,
(c)wonderful (c)s eyes of this little girl
under a big tree on fifth avenue
I am (c)crying to you from a (c)part, from a forgotten suitcase (c)e
I'm (c)crying to you from a white lake where this couple is skating
I (c)crie to you from a d (c)sert where the (c)pave of a boat remembers the sea,
I am (c)crying to you from a land where houses are collapsing
I (c)call you from Venice, where lovers watch to the sound of old steeples
It may snow there again this year
I (c)call you from the sea, off Gibraltar looking towards Tangier
I (c)crie to you from Africa where we die by the thousands
From the four corners of the earth, I (c)sell you slices of wars abandoned (c)es
I (c)crie you with a kiss, from this bench in Paris
where two lovers embrace in their (c)ternity and that nothing and no one could disturb
I'm (c)crying to you from a café, from the wing of an airplane
o№ our m (c)moirs entwine in your (c)ternity and that nothing and no one could take away from me
I (c)shout to you from these fourth world skies
o№ the so light bodies of undernourished children rise quietly
I (c)shout to you from the street where we dance and sing
I (c)crie to you from the pencil case of a lonely old man the bedroom oblivion (c)e
I (c)crie to you from those helpless gods in whose names we kill
I (c)crie to you from the hands of those men of peace who have not given up© I (c)cri to you from the Seine, the Eiffel Tower shines there in past (c)s reflections
I (c)crie to you from the memory of a kiss by the thousands
From the four corners of the earth, I will go around the world, on a very ordinary day
I (c)shout to you from this dream of having loved you so much I (c)shout to you (c)dazzled by so much humanity