I wipe the glasses
At the back of the café
I have too much to do
To be able to dream
But in this setting
Trinally banal
It still seems to me
Seeing them arrive...
They have arrived
Holding hands
Looking amazed
Of two cherubim
Carrying the sun
They asked
In a quiet voice
A roof to love each other
In the heart of the city
And I remember
That they looked
With a tender air
The hotel room
At the yellowed paper
And when I closed
The door on them
There was so much sun
Deep in their eyes
That it hurt me,
That hurt me...
Me, I wipe the glasses
At the back of the cafe
I have way too much to do
To be able to dreaming
But in this setting
Trinally banal
It's body against body
That we found them...
We found them found
Holding hands
Eyes closed
Towards other mornings
Filled with sunshine
We put them to bed
United and peaceful
In a hollow bed
In the heart of the city
And I remember
Having closed again
In the early morning
The hotel room
Lovers for a day
But they left me
Deep in my heart
A taste of their sun
And so many colors
How it hurt me,
How it hurt me...
I wipe the glasses
br/>At the back of the café
I have way too much to do
To be able to dream
But in this setting
Trinity to cry
There is always outside...
...The room to rent...

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