Jacques Brel - La Qu te - Текст песни

La Qu?te (The Quest)

To dream an impossible dream,
to bear the sorrow of partings,
to burn of an impossible fever,
to leave for a place where no one goes,
to love to the breaking point,
to love, even too much, even badly
to attempt, without strength or armor
to reach for the inaccessible star...
such is my quest:
to follow the star!
What do I care about my chances
what do I care about time
or my despair...
And then always fight,
without question or repose,
be damned for the gold of a word of love...
I don't know if I can be this hero,
but my heart would be at peace
and the cities would be splashed with blue
because one wretch
is still burning,
despite having burned everything,
burns still, even too much, even badly
in order to reach, stretching and tearing,
to reach for the inaccessible star.

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