How.
I know,
I know this is not a cypress,
it is a smile,
it is not light,
it is only a moment
of glory,
and it concerns me,
that I am here in front of you,
under the rain,
while everything
around is only rain and France.
Who knows what we can say to this light,
what words,
rain and conquest light.
Let's leave this hotel, so close,
so welcoming, where people go to die of love.
Me and you,
who knows, someone will have introduced us,
and we used a taxi,
plus a telephone,
plus a square.
Me and you,
scarred by love, in a room,
while everything around is only rain,
rain,
rain,
and France.
and everything around is only rain, rain, rain,
and France.
