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Don't look for them in Paris
Gone
Gone from Berlin too
Maybe a flutter of a
White-gloved hand
Half-glimpsed in a piazza
Where are all the glass boxes
Gone
Gone the invisible chairs
Where are the people
Laughing out loud
In a crowded Strasse
Words, words
All we have left are words
For each one a price to pay
If we didn't have words
We'd be free as the birds
No limits to what we could say
I first saw you in Warsaw
Free
White was the night and your face
Your eye caught mine
And I understood
Exactly what you were saying
Now it's been such a long time
Years
Since you gave up that act
Now we rely on words
And nothing is clear
And we are both paying
Words, words
All we have left are words
For each one a price to pay
If we didn't have words
We'd be free as the birds
No limits to what we could say
(optional extra chorus:)
Les mots, les mots
On n'a que les mots
Pour chacun, il y a un grand prix
Si on n'a pas les mots
On est comme un oiseau
Et rien n'est interdit