It was one of those days when being a duck would have seemed enough, because then I would have seen where the road was leading.
Il s’agissait d’un de ces jours, où être un canard m’aurait semblé suffisant, car alors j’aurais vu où la route menait.
But then there are those other ones, the ones who get upset when you are happy. They know who they are.
Ensuite, il y a les autres, ceux qui se navrent de voir le bonheur. Ils se reconnaîtront.
Repeat ut every night, the same song, the same chords, the same dance steps, always the same, but always different, maybe it should be done more often. maybe we should like to do it.