Natasha Bedingfield "Unwritten" paroles

Unwritten

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefinedI'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before youOpen up the dirty windowLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distanceSo close you can almost taste itRelease your inhibitionsFeel the rain on your skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you can let it inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in words unspokenLive your life with arms wide openToday is where your book beginsThe rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the linesWe've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before youOpen up the dirty windowLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distanceSo close you can almost taste itRelease your inhibitionsFeel the rain on your skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you can let it inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in words unspokenLive your life with arms wide openToday is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you can let it inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in words unspokenLive your life with arms wide openToday is where your book beginsThe rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before youOpen up the dirty windowLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distanceSo close you can almost taste itRelease your inhibitionsFeel the rain on your skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you can let it inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in words unspokenLive your life with arms wide openToday is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skinNo one else can feel it for youOnly you can let it inNo one else, no one elseCan speak the words on your lipsDrench yourself in words unspokenLive your life with arms wide openToday is where your book beginsThe rest is still unwrittenThe rest is still unwrittenThe rest is still unwritten

Oh, yeah, yeah

Pas encore écrit

Je suis une histoire pas encore écrite, on ne peut pas lire en moi, je suis indéfinieLe stylo à la main, je commence à peine, que je finis sans rien avoir préparé

Toi qui es rivé sur la feuille blanche devant toiOuvre la fenêtre noireQue le soleil illumine les mots que tu ne trouvais pas

Toi qui tentes de saisir quelque chose à l'horizonSi proche que tu pourrais presque y goûterLaisser aller tes inhibitionsSens la pluie couler sur te peauCa personne ne peut le faire pour toiSeul toi peux l'absorberPersonne d'autre, personne d'autreNe peut pas dire les mots de tes lèvresInnonde-toi de paroles jamais ditesVis ta vie les bras grand ouvertsC'est à aujourd'hui que commence ton livreIl ne reste qu'à écrire la suite

Oh, oh, oh

Je romps la tradition; dans mes tentatives il m'arrive de déborder des lignesOn a été formatés à s'interdire l'erreur, mais moi je ne peux pas vivre comme ça

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