Travelling with us !

I left, in my rear view mirror
Far, in the medium of a decoration
Images, impressions and colors


I left ends of me with the hollow of each place
A little flesh to each print of my steps
Faces and voices which do not leave me
As many blows in the heart and which kill each time


Extract of the French song: Ends of me

Lyrics and Music: Jean-Jacques Goldman 1987 "Between clear gray and dark gray"

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