One Day, by Asaf Avidan
We'll be old = We will be old
"WILL" est un auxiliaire modal qui permet de mettre un verbe au futur.
Comme MUST, CAN, SHOULD, il fait donc partie de la famille des auxiliaires modaux, qui sont INVARIABLES (ils ne changent pas de forme quand ils sont conjugués aux différentes personnes) et qui sont suivis de la BASE VERBALE (c'est-à-dire le verbe sans rien ajouter ou enlever).
One day, baby, we will be old.
La forme négative est WON'T.
I won't cry.
"Un jour bébé nous serons vieux,
Oh bébé nous serons vieux
Et nous penserons à toutes les histoires
Que nous aurions pu raconter"
ASAF
AVIDAN AND THE MOJOS - Reckoning Song
No more
tears, my heart is dry
I don't laugh and I don't cry
I don't think about you all the time
But when I do I wonder why
You have to go out of my door
And leave just like you did before
I know I said that I was sure
But rich men can't imagine poor.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told
Little me and little you
Kept doing all the things they do
They never really think it through
Like I can never think you're true
Here I go again the blame
The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame
The founding fathers of our plane
That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
I don't laugh and I don't cry
I don't think about you all the time
But when I do I wonder why
You have to go out of my door
And leave just like you did before
I know I said that I was sure
But rich men can't imagine poor.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told
Little me and little you
Kept doing all the things they do
They never really think it through
Like I can never think you're true
Here I go again the blame
The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame
The founding fathers of our plane
That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
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