To sit on a bench, five minutes with you And look at people pass by endlessly Talk about old time thats maybe not so far While squesing in my hand your lil fingers And feed stupid pigeons just as an excuse to scare them And listen to your lauther that can crawl walls appart And especially heal all my wounds To tell you about what kind of kid I was Those wonderful candies that we stole at the shop Liquorice, mints, caramels for one buck And the Mistral gagnants To walk in the rain, five minutes with you And look at time pass endlessly Tell you about Earth Devoring you with my eyes And remembering of your mother And jump in the puddles just to drive her mad To ruin our shoes and for laughs And of course, those good old carambars and the coco-boers And those harsh roudoudous that made us chuck And spoiled all our theeth And the Mistral Gagnants To sit on a bench, five minutes with you And look at the sun going down Talk about old times, forever gone away But I dont care since we aint the bad guys anyway And listen to your lauther that goes higher Than the birds cries do And finally tell you that we must enjoy life And love it even if Time is an assassin that takes with him the childrens laughters And the Mistrals Gagnants And the Mistrals Gagnants... https://youtube/watch?v=iRGGTaAhexc
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 21:50:24 +0000
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