Encore une heure encore un jour
Serge Lama Lyrics

Encore une heure, encore un jour
The endless passing of time, each hour and day feeling the same

Entre la bruine aux vitres pâles de Cherbourg
Looking out onto a dreary and gloomy Cherbourg

Encore la flamme
Still the flame burns, the passion and desire remains

Encore le feu
The fire within continues to rage and consume

Encore la femme
Still longing for the woman, the one who completes and satisfies

Plus cette solitude sale et sans recours
The loneliness feels dirtier and more hopeless than ever before

Des salles d'attente
Waiting rooms filled with uncertainty and anxiety

Où l'on s'implante
Being stuck in one place, unable to move forward

Des bistrots vagues
Frequented cafes with no clear direction, where one wanders aimlessly

Où l'on divague
Lost in thought, dreaming and drifting away

Des chambres-piège
Trapped in stifling, suffocating rooms

Où l'on s'arpège
Lost in self-reflection, contemplating and analyzing the past

Encore un train de nuit qui débarque en plein jour
Feeling disoriented and out of place, as if a night train has arrived in broad daylight

Des mots tendresse
Words of tenderness and affection

Des mots détresse
Words of pain and despair

Des mains qu'on presse
The feeling of holding hands, of being close to someone

Des mains qu'on laisse
The bittersweet sense of letting go, of losing touch with someone you once held dear

Encore le téléphone qui me crie "au secours"
The phone ringing, a cry for help or attention

Laissez-moi vivre
Allow me to live, to experience life on my own terms

Encore un peu
A plea for just a little more time, a bit longer to enjoy life

Encore être ivre
A desire to feel alive, to find the same thrill and excitement as being drunk

Encore une fleur fanée dans une lettre d'amour
The sadness of finding a wilted flower in a love letter

Je le veux digne
I want to be worthy, to deserve a great love

D'un grand amour,
Of a love that is monumental and all-consuming

Mon chant du cygne
My swan song, my final goodbye

Encore je reste, encore je pars, encore, toujours
The back and forth of indecision, of staying or leaving, again and again

Des salles obscures
Dark rooms filled with mystery and intrigue

Où l'on murmure
Whispers and secrets shared in the shadows

Des cafés-phrases
Cafes filled with clever banter and wordplay

Où l'on s'embrase
Sparks fly and passions ignite, fueled by conversation and connection

Des chambres grises
Gray and drab rooms, devoid of life and light

Où l'on s'enlise
Feeling trapped and suffocated, sinking deeper into despair with each passing moment

Encore ce mal qui rend aveugle et qui rend sourd
The pain that blinds and deafens, that makes it impossible to see or hear anything else

Encore une femme, un jour ou deux
The hope for finding another woman, if only for a day or two

Qui te ressemble un peu
Someone who resembles the one who got away, someone who might bring a sense of familiarity and comfort