Shooting Star

Quand je regarde le ciel, les étoiles et la lune sont aussi solitaires que moi. C'est le moment où je décide d'écrire quelque chose en anglais.

Twinkle twinkle little star, how i wonder where you are..

hiding in the sky beneath the black velvet curtain, or traveling through time trying to reach the ground..

it's never been easy to love, and maybe even harder to be loved..

i'd rather drench my heart in solitude than jump into the pool of affection..

yet if sugar pours down, i still may give in, then get torn apart..in the deadly night..

Puis je t'ai vu, parmi la foule dans la rue,

t'as mes yeux, t'as mon coeur,

je t'approche, tu retires, je retire, tu m'approches,

je suis presque sûr que je te gangerai jamais..

tu attends que l'heure arrivera..

I was sure to lose you, you were rocking back and forth..

it's never a mistake to follow your heart, but in others' eyes an error may be alive..

then we shake hands, secretly commiting, secretly...

so you'll never know, so we'll never know..

that at the brink of night, a shooting star fell on the roof, and angel died, so our night could shine..

and we never know, that it was us who were riding on the star, trembling like babies in the darkness..

and we never know, that this moment lasted long enough to wash away the waiting, the wondering, and to leave off the happiness, sparkling in our hearts...