Celine Dion — J'Attendais song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "J'Attendais" by Celine Dion.
Lyrics
J’coutais longtemps couler l’eau des fontaines
Et j’coutais le vent chanter infiniment
Vagues de quitude et de paix
D’aussi loin que je me souvienne
L’enfance est un immense ocan
Et je rvais longues annes, longue indolence
O rien ne se passe mais o rien ne s’oublie
J’allais sereine et sans connatre
Le moindre feu d’une absence
Ce n’est qu’en te croisant
Que j’ai su, j’ai compris
J’attendais, j’attendais
J’attendais ton regard pour expliquer enfin
Le pourquoi de ces Au revoir
tout ce long chemin
J’attendais, j’attendais
Le pays de ton corps le toucher de tes mains
Ma douce boussole mon nord,
Le sens mes demains
Et j’abordais les troubles rives adolescentes
Les doutes, les jeux, les mauvais courants
Je me souviens les coups de sang
Des musiques et des mots de France
Amants d’avant,
Il y a bien des vies qu’on nourrit d’tudes ou de sciences
Destins faits d’aventures, de records ou d’argent
Des vies d’criture et de voyage
Ou de rve de puissance
J’y pensais bien de temps en temps,
En coutant le vent
J’attendais, j’attendais
J’attendais ton regard pour expliquer enfin
Le pourquoi de ces Au revoir
tout ce long chemin
J’attendais, j’attendais, j’attendais ton amour
Ton beau ton bel amour
Je l’attendais pour enfin vivre
En donnant mon tour
J’attendais…
Lyrics translation
I had a long time to run the water from the fountains
And I cost the wind to sing endlessly
Waves of quitude and peace
From as far as I can remember
Childhood is a huge ocan
And I wanted long years, long indolence
O nothing happens but O nothing is forgotten
I went serene and without connatre
The slightest fire of an absence
It's only by crossing you
That I knew, I understood
I was waiting, I was waiting
I was waiting for your look to finally explain
The why of these goodbye
all this way
I was waiting, I was waiting
The land of your body the touch of your hands
My sweet compass my North,
The meaning my demains
And I was talking about teen trouble
Doubts, games, bad currents
I remember the bloodstains
Music and words from France
Front lovers,
There are many lives that we feed on studies or science
Destinies made of adventures, records or money
Lives of critique and travel
Or power rve
I thought about it from time to time,
By costing the wind
I was waiting, I was waiting
I was waiting for your look to finally explain
The why of these goodbye
all this way
I was waiting, I was waiting, I was waiting for your love
Your beautiful your beautiful love
I was waiting for him to finally live
Giving my turn
I was waiting.…