Le Grenier
-words and music by Jessica Fichot-

Et si on t'avait dit il n'y a pas si longtemps
Quand tu etais enfant ou du moins dans le coeur
Ce que tu deviendrais...
L'aurais tu cru alors et le vois tu maintenant
Comment tu as change, comme en si peu de temps
Tu es devenu grand?

Dans tes mirroirs, tes grandes fenetres
Tu te regardes sans jamais plus te reconnaitre
Vivant, souriant de chaque luxe que t'as achete
Au grand sacrifice de ton passe

Chorus:
Pris dans ta routine, ton comfort
Un jour t'es monte au grenier
Et tu l'as rempli a ras bord
Du garcon que t'etais
Et tes reves et tes souvenirs
Il reste oublie au grenier
Pourtant tu restes la les pieds leves
Sans jamais monte au grenier

Et pendant que tu t'amuses a compter les secondes
A etre responsable, a dominer ton monde
De choses materielles
Au grenier le garcon qui avait tant de couleurs
Commence a s'effacer en regrettant les heures
Ou il pouvait voir le ciel

Il ne survit que grace a hier
Au reves d'aventures pris de poussiere
En ignorant sa solitude par habitude
Sans que jamais tu regardes en arriere

(Chorus)

The Attic (Translation)
-words and music by Jessica Fichot-

So what if we had told you not too long ago
When you were a child (at heart at least)
What you would become...
Would you have believed it then and do you see it now
How much you have changed, how in so little time
You have become an adult?

In your mirrors, your beautiful windows
You observe yourself without recognizing who you are
Living from every luxury that you bought
By sacrificing your past

Chorus:
Caught in your routine, your confort
One day you went up to the attic
And you filled in to the top
With the child that you were
And your dreams and your memories
They lay forgotten in the attic
But here you are, sitting with your feet up
Never going up to the attic.

And while you amuse yourself by counting the seconds
In which you are have been responsible, in which you have dominated
Your world of material things
In the attic, the child who once had so much color
Starts to fade away, regretting the hours
When he could see the sky

He only survives from yesterdays
And dreams of adventure covered with dust
Forgetting his solitude by habit
And never seeing you look back.

(Chorus)

copyright 2006, Jessica Fichot