Old Friend
Quand la machine m'emporte vers les paysages
Il vient et m'apporte des larmes de passage
Quand la solitude vient me rendre visite
J'ai pris l'habitude alors, alors de l'inviter
Il vient chanter pour moi
Me fait pleurer parfois
Souvent même si je n'étais pas là pour ça
Il me fait pleurer, ma foi
Si j'y retourne, c'est que j'aime ça
Pleurer
Dans sa voix
Pleurer
Dans sa voix
Pleurer
Dans sa voix
Pleurer
Hello there Zaho, it's your old friend Tom
I am very proud of the person you've become
Where I am weak, oh, you seem strong
See into your soul when I listen to your songs
I shut my eyes and I hear you sing
I feel the storm underneath my wings
And I know we'll be friends
Until the bitter end
Yeah, I know we'll be friends
Until the bitter end
Oh ta voix
Pleurer dans ta voix
Pleurer
Dans ta voix
Pleurer
Dans ta voix
Pleurer
Dans ta voix
Pleurer
Dans ta voix
Pleurer
Old Friend
When the machine takes me to the landscapes
It comes and brings me passing tears
When loneliness comes to visit me
I've gotten used to inviting it in
It comes to sing for me
Makes me cry sometimes
Often even if I wasn't there for that
It makes me cry, I swear
If I go back, it's because I love it
Cry
In your voice
Cry
In your voice
Cry
In your voice
Cry
Hello there Zaho, it's your old friend Tom
I am very proud of the person you've become
Where I am weak, oh, you seem strong
See into your soul when I listen to your songs
I shut my eyes and I hear you sing
I feel the storm underneath my wings
And I know we'll be friends
Until the bitter end
Yeah, I know we'll be friends
Until the bitter end
Oh your voice
Cry in your voice
Cry
In your voice
Cry
In your voice
Cry
In your voice
Cry
In your voice
Cry