Les soleils couchants Revêtent les champs Les canaux, la ville entière D'hyacinthe et d'or Le monde s'endort Dans une chaude lumière Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté Luxe, calme et volupté Took a taxi with Jean last night It was late and it was raining We live far away from each other And there was no desire I think it was more the dark night Or some lonely feeling
When we got home, we were alone We fell in love with that feeling When we got home, we were alone We fell in love with that feeling
Rain since Tuesday Barely found my way to the shop For the milk in the morning And the news of the world had turned around Then I heard you calling Saw you turn the darkened corner Then you were gone
When I've got home, I was alone I fell in love with that feeling When I've got home, I was alone And I counted stars on the ceiling
When I've got home, I was alone And I fell in love with that feeling When I've got home, I was alone And I counted stars on the ceiling I fell in love with that feeling
When I've got home, I was alone I counted stars on the ceiling I fell in love with that feeling I fell in love with that feeling
(Thanks to Dr Foofoo for submitting these lyrics, and Emma for sending in the French part, which is the first verse of a poem by Charles Baudelaire, "L'Invitation au Voyage" (Les Fleurs du Mal). Thanks again to Emma for the English translation of that part)
The setting suns Adorn the fields The canals, the whole city With hyacinth and gold The world falls asleep In a warm glow of light There all is order and beauty Luxury, peace, and pleasure Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
