It's like when you stumble one day
The paper's yellowed a little
And the Old Port that seemed to stretch
Does it remember that already
I was singing to please it
I didn't love it every day
But I suffered far from it
So often I forget the distance
That made me leave the childhood streets
I went far away to grab my chance
But not far enough to quit thinking about it
It's like when you stay too long
You gently open your eyes
Like those years of misery and joy
I hope I'll always be
So often I forget the distance
That made me leave the childhood streets
I went far away to grab my chance
But not far enough to quit thinking about it
So often I forget the distance
That made me leave the childhood streets
I went far away to grab my chance
But not far enough to quit thinking about it
No, not far enough to quit thinking about it
I'm home in Marseille