Les images et puis un plongeon instantané vers les seventies, cette voix et ce son merveilleux !
very very nice song, images and flash-back to the golden seventies with a wonderful voice and orchestra ...
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It's five o' clock and I walk through the empty streets thoughts pave my fate within still no one speaks to me my mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by
and it's so hard to believe that it's me that I see in the rain don't pain
and it's so hard to believe that what it is it's the way that it has to be
it's five o' clock and I walk through the empty streets the night is my friend and with him I find sympathy and so I'll go back to the years that have passed me by
and it's so hard to believe that it's me that I see in the rain don't pain
and it's so hard to believe that what it is it's the way that it has to be
it's five o' clock and I walk through the empty streets the night is my friend and with him I find sympathy and he leaves me day, leaves me hope and a little dream, too
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Il est cinq heures Et j'erre dans les rues vides Ma tête est remplie de pensées Mais cela continue Personne ne me parle Mon esprit me ramène Aux années que je n'ai pas vraiment vécues
Il est si dur de croire Que c'est moi Que je vois A la fenêtre Il est si dur de croire Que tout cela Doit ce produire de cette façon Il est cinq heures Et j'erre dans les rues vides La nuit est mon amie Et en elle Je trouve la sympathie
Et je reviens alors aux années que je n'ai pas vraiment vécues
Il me donne, il me donne le jour Me donne de l'espoir Et un petit rêve aussi
