Early morning without horizon
Small coffee, factory smoke
I watch behind the houses
The women are in their kitchen
There are birds who court each other
On the wires of the Bell Telephone
And in the hollow eye of my court
A 747 which resonates
It grows a large transformer
At the heart of what was an oak tree
On the window I trace a heart
That the mist barely traces
The transistor screams for death
Tunes to make a blackbird hang
The children are having fun outside
In the sloche a pearl necklace
Early morning, Early morning
Early morning without horizon
At random I open the newspaper
Crime of passion on rue Lacordaire
It seems to be getting worse and worse
For the potato eaters
It also seems that the President
Has fun playing roulette
Between two announcements on page one hundred
With what's left of the planet
I come to my piano
I find this tune from my grandmother
And for the words I put on the phonograph
From my little lonely morning
Too bad it's so gray
I would have liked to say something else
We'd have to start life again
Before singing the roses again
Early morning, Early morning,
Early morning without horizon (x2)

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