La couleur de tes yeux.

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J'étais au volant de ma voiture, tapotant sur le volant en rythme des chansons qui passaient à la radio. 

Je sortais du diner avec Agathe, nous n'avions parler ni de Tony, ni de Natasha, ni de mon bébé. Nous avions parlé comme nous parlions avant que ma vie soit bouleversée, nous avions parlée comme si jamais, rien n'avait changer. Et purée, qu'est-ce que cela pouvait me faire du bien. 

Soudain, j'entendis le début d'une mélodie se lançait, et j'augmenta le son. 

Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while. 

Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies.

Hoping for the best, but excepting the worst. 

Are you gonna drop the bomb or not ? 

Let us die young or lest us live forever.

We don't have the power, but we never say never.

Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip. 

The music's for the sad men. 

Can you imagine when this race is won ?

Turn our golden faces into the Sun. 

Praising our leaders, we're getting in tune.

The music's played by the, the mad men.

Forever young, I want to be forever young. 

Do you really want to live forever ?

Forever, and ever.

Forever young, I want to be forever young.

Do you really want to live forever ?

Forever young. 

Some are like water, some are like the heat.

Some are a melody and some are the beat.

Sooner or later, they all will be gone.

Why don't hey say young ?

It's so hard to get old without a cause.

I don't want to perish like a fading horse.

Youth's like diamonds in the Sun. 

And diamonds are forever.

So many adventures couldn't happen today.

So many songs we forgot to play. 

So many dreams swinging out of the blue.

We let them come true.

Forever young, I want to be forever young.

Do you really want to live forever ? 

Forever and ever.

Forever young, I want to be forever young.

Do you really want to live forever ?

Forever and ever.

Forever young, I want to be forever young.

Do you really want to live forever ?

En français : 

Dansons avec style, dansons un moment.

Le paradis peut attendre, nous regardons seulement le ciel.

Madame StarkOù les histoires vivent. Découvrez maintenant