I sit on the terrace at \'\' Jeff\'s coffee \'\' .
I watch life go by beckonning me
to follow it ...
Between concrete tropics
and asphalt trade winds ,
the human comedy weaves a legend
from the fleeting moments ...
Dazzed passerby who thinks
they always have time ,leaving in your wake
a thousand masks ,like so many messages
that no one pick up ...
As the hours gone mad,
the terrace now calm,once more ,
will forget me ...
But what\'s the point of having regets ?
At \'\' Jeff\'s coffee \'\' There\'s no past ,
only destinies...
The city shadows compose rhapsodies
on weary cobblestones .
Some would like to regain human face...
I would like wake up on a distant forgotten island...
On the terrace at \'\' Jim\'s coffee \'\' I watch love pass by.
It\'ll be late again this summer ...
If it happened to feel like coming up to me,
what would I have to say to it ?
It\'s always the same with these old acquaintances
who look away for fear of having to recognize you...
Feigning surprise they\'ll say :
\'\' So you\'re coming to \'\' Jeff\'s coffee \'\' Hoping to find
myself again ? \'\'
There are some urban misunderstandings ,
like - this one that leaves a bitter aftertaste
of trivialities ...
All I want is solitude ,that will come
when the clocks change ...
I would dance a step with the white lady.
The \'\'Jeff\'s coffee \'\' is always open for
the midnight\'s visitors ...
I am expecting you tomorrow ,
like a present from chance ...
In the riddle of a lungo, I read the omens.
Eternity is just beginning ...
I\'ll be there on the terrace at \'\' Jeff\'s coffee \'\'
always dreaming of you ...