A Love StoryThey were a couple when they were young
Fifteen, sixteen, only kids She was so lovely, so much herself He loved her self-confidence She liked his spirit and broadmindedness A relief compared to her home They had lively conversations And they both liked Gibert Bécaud |
Words and music by Combert Schöffer.
Opgenomen door Sylvia Vermeulen in Studio Moskou. |
After two years she broke it off, she did not want to be tied
She’d started to dislike his nervousness, though she still thought he was kind She also felt he was still such a boy and real men were looking her way He hadn’t seen it coming, but that didn’t make her stay He was so young and longing, he loved her more than anything It was as if she coursed through his blood and her farewell ripped something within He did move on to other affairs, with grown up good times and fights But often he would think of her, only she was right Years later they met on a bus, seeing her was like being reborn Is was like they say “lightning struck”, it mended what had been torn Time had somehow done him some good, he was more of a man, she could see So they were back together again, as if it was meant to be They’d only met again by chance, but he saw it as a sign They would stay together for ever and ever, he didn’t even pay that any mind So after some years she left him again for a man who might give her more Looking back he can understand, but back then he was crushed to the core Trees fell down, skies went dark, buildings were torn apart Cars and trains turned upside down, holes opened up in the ground Connections were broken, orientation was lost, he tried to hang on not to fall And when he fell it was an endless drop, he just couldn’t come up at all But he did recover, he did get well, some wounds can heal with work and time He’s a happy man now, growing old; wife, kids and a sparkling grandchild Sometimes he wonders what she would be like, still slender or more like her mother? It doesn’t matter who she’s with in her life, he just hopes she is fine |