It's too late For the planes that are taking off For life, for the stock market Yes, through their white tracks I read between the lines The sky of my camp is full of stars That serve me as a lamp Or to straighten my hair Through the evenings of dawn or the big moon It helps me to believe again That we will see the two of us That we love each other here I will be proud and straight again Time will be my friend In the less cold winter In the less cold winter And I sing to the squirrels I sing in my ring I watch the leaves fall And I find it almost normal To see a September To put the fire out To see the winter To take me and myself To go home The sky of my camp Really does me good It brings peace between my two temples Gives me a little bit of *** It draws the line Gives me the words And by the graphite Of my poor brain That we love each other here I will be proud and straight again Time will be my friend In the less cold winter In the less cold winter I will be proud and straight again Time will be my friend In the less cold winter Time will be my friend In the less cold winter In the less cold winter