Song: Ch'veu Blanc (A White Hair)
Artist: Amélie Les Crayons
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When I saw you this morning at the bottom of my glass
My eyes full of sleep, finally I said to myself
That you were a reflection who comes, who passes,
I found myself a goddam fool when I saw you there at noon
After two hours of intense identification
I finally drew the sad conclusion
That I was going to have to admit it,
But you grew me on the head
Without asking me for permission
It was then that my eyes dove to the bottom of my glass
Well awake this time, you between my fingers
After the shock, the astonishment, came the anxiety
And the question: what am I supposed to make of you?
When I imagine in passing that you're the oldest
Of a flock of brothers who are going to disembark
Should I sacrifice you,
Or rather protect you,
In order to slow their arrival?
After two hours of intense meditation
I've taken to finding you quite cute
A little touch of white, It's chic with black
Perhaps it's a bit early, but it's never too late
I'm content of having found a companion
Who puts a little bit of kick into my songs
Not the weight of years, but
A sign of maturity
And I tell myself that to console myself
To reassure myself
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