Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone
Gazing at the people down below me
All my life, I've watched them as I hide out here alone
Hungry for the histories they show me.
All my life I've memorized their faces
Knowing them as they will never know me
All my life, I've wondered how it feels to pass a day
Not above them...but part of them.
And out there, living in the sun, living one day out there
All I ask is one, to hold forever
Out there, where they all live unaware
Of what I'd give, what I'd dare, just to live one day out there...
Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives
Through the roofs and gables I can see them,
Every day, they shout and scold as they go about their lives
Heedless of the gift it is to be them.
If I were in their skin, I'd treasure every instant
Out there, strolling by the Seine, tasting every moment
Out there, like ordinary men, who freely walk about there
Just one day and then, I swear I'll be content with my share
Old and bent, I won't care,
I'll still have spent one day out there...