♪ It is six o'clock in the church bell In the square, the flowers are blooming A girl is going to leave the town hall ♪ As every night I wait for her, she smiles at me ♪ It would be necessary that I speak to her at all costs ♪ I would tell her the blue words The words that are said with the eyes Talking seems ridiculous I get mixed up and then I step back In front of a useless arm That would break the fragile moment Of a meeting Of a meeting I tell her the blue words What makes people happy I would call her without naming her I may be out of fashion Winter wind, April wind I like the motionless silence Of a meeting Of a meeting ♪ There are no more clocks, no more bells In the square, the trees are down I come back by the night train ♪ As every night I wait for her, she smiles at me ♪ It would be necessary that I speak to her at all costs ♪ I would tell her the blue words The words that are said with the eyes All the excuses that are given Are like the kisses that are stolen There remains a subtle bitterness That would hide the fragile moment Of our meeting Of our meeting I would tell her the blue words What makes people happy A love story without words There is no need for protocol And all the long, futile speeches Would tarnish the style Of our meeting Of our meeting I would tell her the blue words The words that are said with the eyes I would tell her all the blue words All those that make people happy ♪ All the blue words All the blue words ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪