What’s More Precious? (Kathy- Brussels – Oct. 24)

English version below

Quoi de plus précieux

Que le temps merveilleux

Que je te donne

Que je reçois

Quoi de plus gâché

De ne pas s’ le partager

De ne pas se rencontrer

De ne pas se raconter

S’ignorer

Ignorer

Qu’entre la vie et la mort

Il a sombré

Qu’entre la vie et la mort

Il a sombré

Quoi de plus précieux

Que d’encore voir tes yeux

Quoi de plus gâché

Que ton sang qui s’est figé

S’ignorer 

Ignorer

Qu’entre la vie et la mort

Il est tombé

S’ignorer

Ignorer

Qu’entre la vie et la mort

Il est tombé

Dans son canapé

Petite fille 

Il ne t’avait pas oubliée

Petite fille

Dans son canapé 

Il était tombé

Quoi de plus merveilleux 

Que le temps

Qu’il nous a donné

Quoi de plus précieux

Que l’ doux souvenir

Qu’il va nous laisser

Ne plus jamais manquer

Ce précieux temps 

Que je te donne

Que je reçois

Pour partager

Se rencontrer

Se raconter

Et surtout 

Pour aimer

What’s more precious
Than the time I give to you?
The seconds we share, the moments we choose,
The time you give back,
Moments that slip but never lack,
What’s more real than that?

What’s more wasted
Than not sharing, not seeing,
Not feeling, not being?
Walking by like we don’t have a clue,
Acting like time won’t slip through.

We ignore, pretend it’s all fine,
But between life and death,
He drifted, lost in time.
Between life and death,
He slipped away, fell from the line.

What’s more precious
Than one more glance,
One more chance to see your eyes?
What’s more tragic
Than blood that no longer flies?

We ignore, turn away, say nothing,
And between life and death
He’s fallen, lost in that space.
We ignore, we look past,
Between life and death,
He’s gone, just like that.

Little girl, he hadn’t forgotten,
You stayed with him, always in mind.
But on that couch, he couldn’t rewind,
That’s where he fell, where he stopped time.

What’s more beautiful
Than the time he gave?
What’s more precious
Than the memories he made?
Moments we keep, soft and true,
Things we hold close, just me and you.

Never again will we miss this time.
The time I give, the time you give,
To share, to meet, to simply live.
To feel, to connect,
To be open, no need to reflect.

But most of all—
To love, pure and kind.

That’s what’s precious.
That’s what we’ll find.