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C'est difficiles mais c'est la vie

Se avessi per un giorno
La macchina del tempo
Non cambierei la storia
Cambiando di un minuto
Qualche risposta, qualche addio
C′est difficile mais c'est la vie
Sul ponte di confine
Del Canada francese
Su scale più vicine
Direi la stessa frase
"Grazie per quel che ho avuto qui"
C′est difficile mais c'est la vie
Quanta vita un uomo stringe nella mano
Qualche volta troppo forte
Qualche volta troppo piano
Se tornassi in tutti i posti del mio cuore
Quante volte potrei dire a chi mi ha dato un po' di sé
"Tu sei parte di me"
Se avessi per un giorno
La macchina del tempo
Non tradirei nessuno
Tornando indietro a dire
"Grazie di aver sognato qui"
C′est difficile mais c′est la vie
Col tempo e le distanze
Io sono quel che ho preso
Dai giorni e dalle stanze
Dal vino e dalle rose
Anche per questo tu sei qui
C'est difficile mais c′est la vie
Qualche viso forse lo ricordo meno
Qualche corda suona a vuoto in un teatro troppo pieno
Se tornassi in tutti i posti del mio cuore
Quante volte potrei dire a chi mi ha dato un po' di sé
"Tu sei parte di me"

It's Difficult, But It's Life

If I had, for just one day,
A time machine in my sway,
I wouldn't change the story's way,
Not even a minute I'd replay.
Some answers, some goodbyes,
It's difficult, but it's life.
On the bridge of the border,
Of French Canada, I'd explore,
On closer steps, I'd adore,
To say the same words as before,
"Thank you for what I had here,"
It's difficult, but it's life, my dear.
How much life a man holds in his hand,
Sometimes too tight, you understand,
Sometimes too loose, like shifting sand.
If I returned to all the places my heart has known,
How many times could I say to those who gave a part of their own,
"You are a part of me," I'd own.
If I had, for just one day,
A time machine in my sway,
I wouldn't betray anyone, come what may,
Going back to say,
"Thank you for dreaming here," I'd convey.
It's difficult, but it's life's ballet.
With time and distances vast,
I am what I have amassed,
From days and rooms that have passed,
From wine and roses that last,
And for this reason, you're here, unsurpassed.
It's difficult, but it's life's art.
Some faces perhaps I recall less,
Some strings play empty in a theater's excess,
If I returned to all the places my heart has known, I confess,
How many times could I say to those who gave a part of their own, I'd profess,
"You are a part of me," I'd express.