Pink Grass

L'herbe que t'as fait pousser sur Mars a beau être rose
Quand ton heure aura sonné, toi aussi tu la nourriras
Tous de passage, un court instant.

Ton lieu, ton mois, ton jour, ton heure de naissance,
Les jeux, les blagues, les boums, les souvenirs d'enfance,
Les Je t'aime tagués pour la voisine d'en face,
Les bleus, les gaffes, le blues de l'adolescence.

Se souviendra-t-on de ci ou de ça?
Que restera-t-il de nos décennies à aiguiser nos lames,
Du raffut de nos armes?
Quand nos pluies de dollars, si volatiles,
seront inutiles au salut de nos âmes?
De nos rires, de nos larmes?

Les hauts, les bas, les doutes, les envies de vengeance,
On m'a dit rien ne change que tout recommence,
Que tout ce qui est passé ne se ressasse,
Faut saisir sa chance, pas de vie de rechange,

Le soleil lui-même n'est pas éternel,
Imagine, un battement de cil et l'avenir est déjà loin derrière, c'est ainsi,
Avant que la lumière au bout du tunnel ne te fasse signe,
Vis ta vie, et oublies les quêtes parallèles, le temps file.

Grass on Mars may be pink
But you'll still be feeding it I think
We're just passing through, gone in a blink

When it's time for your transition from this transmission
When whatever your plans were Changed to gone fishing
When there's no more intermissions

When the top half of the hourglass got all the sand missing
What is left of us while living?
The truth is a tough pill to swallow for the reason
There'll be nothing left of you
There'll be nothing left

All of your lies
All of your coins
All of your whys
Your hi's and goodbyes
Look of love in your eyes
The way that you cry
There'll be nothing left of you
There'll be nothing left

All of the madness and all of the sadness
All of the happiness all of the tantrums
And all of the tactics
The way that you acted
And all of the actors script and the cast
All of the characters all of the classics
The Musical soundtrack put in a casket
Sorry you asked and the answer is tragic but that's it
There'll be nothing left of you
There'll be nothing left

So live life today be what you say
Do it your way give love away
Do what you gotta do but please do it soon
Cuz soon there'll be nothing left of you
There'll be nothing left

Grass on Mars may be pink
But you'll still be feeding it I think
We're just passing through, gone in a blink

Just passing through,
Sunshine
Just passing through,
Just passing through,
Sunshine

Vibin'
Vibin' with strangers
Vibin'
Vibin' with strangers
Vibin'
Vibin' with strangers
Vibin'
Vibin' with strangers
Vibin'
Vibin' with strangers
Vibin'
Vibin' with strangers
Vibin'
Vibin' with strangers
Vibin'