It is Too Late

While I was sleeping, while I dream,

The needles have turned, it is too late.

My childhood is so far, it is already tomorrow,

Pass, pass time, there is not a long time more.

While I loved you, as I told you,

Love it all is, it's too late.

You were so pretty, I'm alone in my bed,

Pass, pass time, there is not a long time more.

While I was singing my dear liberty,

Others are chained, it is too late.

Some fought, me, I never knew,

Pass, pass time, there is not a long time more.

Yet I still live, yet I make love

I even get to sing with my guitar,

For the child that I was, for the child I made,

Pass, pass time, there is not a long time more.

As I sang, while I loved you,

As I dreamed, there was still time.

Original lyrics

Il est trop tard

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