A picture book

Comme, comme, comme, comme, comme,
une image.
Comme, comme, comme, comme, comme,
une autre page.

I live inside a book,
of fantasy, or reality, I didn't choose.
And every page includes a picture,
in my endlessy blues.

A day is a page, as you guessed,
and time is passing on every page.
And every page is a new one,
and the writer is quiet sage.

Every single word has a magic,
painted in silver or gold.
And this book is intresting,
and this is as I told:

Comme, comme, comme, comme, comme,
une image.
Comme, comme, comme, comme, comme,
une autre page.

And this book is written in many languages,
even the ones that I don't know.
But somehow I know every word there,
and this book brings me a joy.

A day is a page, as you guessed,
and time is passing on every page.
And every page is a new one,
and the writer is quiet sage.

Comme, comme, comme, comme, comme,
une image.
Comme, comme, comme, comme, comme,
une autre page.

La la la la la la……

A day is a page, as you guessed,
and time is passing on every page.
And every page is a new one,
and the writer is quiet sage.

Every stop I make is on this book,
and reading it keeps me strong.
And my life,
keeps me singing along.