Lyrics Chanson - Stephen Schwartz

Chaque jour est un jour
Comme les autres doux jours
Le potage, l'ouvrage
Peut-etre l'amour
Le soleil, il voyage
Le monde fait un tour
Ainsi cest toujours le meme

Everyday as you do what you do everyday
You see the same faces who fill the cafe
And if some of those faces have new things to say
Nothing is really different

And the sheep dot the hill where the olive tree sways
And the world spins around with the greens and the greys
And you never take time out to think of the ways
Everything might be different

And the one day, suddenly, something can happen
It may be quite simple, it may be quite small
But all of a sudden your stew tastes different
And you hear the gulls cry in a different key
And you see with new eyes, and the faces you see
Are people you don't know at all

And the someone who touches your hair everyday,
Touches you now in a different way
And you may want to run or you may want to stay
Forever
And since life is the cry of the gull
And the taste of your stew
And the way that you feel
When he touches you
Now your whole life is different
Now your whole life is new

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Every day as you do what you do everyday
You see the same faces who fill the cafe
And if some of those faces have new things to say
Nothing is really different.