Where the World Grows Quiet

I'd walk it all again.

But somewhere in the fading light,
Beyond the hills and fields of green,
I found a place that asked no questions,
And let me simply be.

An open window, curtains swaying,
A cup of tea beside the door,
The distant sound of children playing,
A familiar step across the floor.

The sunlight resting on the table,
The afternoon moving slowly by,
A thousand things that once seemed ordinary,
Now seem enough to fill my life.

No crown to wear, no race to win,
No distant mountain left to climb.
The world is turning, soft and slow,
And I have nowhere else to go.

Je n'ai plus besoin de courir,
Je n'ai plus rien à prouver.
J'ai laissé le vent me conduire,
Et j'ai trouvé où me reposer.

Les jours s'en vont sans faire de bruit,
Les fleurs reviennent au printemps.
Et dans la douceur de la vie,
Je retrouve le goût du temps.

I no longer need to run,
I have nothing left to prove.
I let the wind lead me onward,
And found a place to rest.

The days pass without a sound,
The flowers return in spring.
And in the gentleness of life,
I find the taste of time again.

If tomorrow brings the rain,
Let it fall upon the ground.
There is beauty in the changing,
There is peace in slowing down.

And if the years should take me far,
Past every road I've ever known,
I'll carry this beneath my heart:
I once found somewhere to call home.

Oh, let the seasons come and go,
Let every river find the sea.
I don't need to hold the world,
The world can simply carry me.

Et si demain s'en va,
Je garderai ces instants-là.
Dans chaque saison, chaque matin,
Je saurai retrouver mon chemin.

And when the evening settles down,
And golden light gives way to blue,
I'll close the door, turn out the light,
And be at peace with what I knew.

Bonne nuit, mon ami.
The world can wait until tomorrow.