To say that Fernand is dead
To say that Fernand is dead
To say that I am alone behind
To say that he is alone in front
Him in his last ¨beer
Me in my fog
Him in his hearse
Me in my desert
In front there is only a white horse
Behind it's just me crying
To say that there's not even a wind
To shake my flowers
Me if I were there good God
I think I would have remorse
To say that now it is raining
To say that Fernand is dead
To say that we are crossing Paris
In the very early morning
To think that we are crossing Paris
And that it feels like Berlin
You, you, you you don't know
You sleep but it's sad   die
To be forced to leave
When Paris is still sleeping
I'm dying of desire
Of dreams looking after people
I'll invent a family for you
Just for your funeral
And then if I were the good Lord
I think I would be not proud
I know, we do what we can
But there's a way
You know, I'll come back
I'll come back often
In this fucking field
Where you have to rest
In the summer, I'll give you shade
We'll drink in the silence
To the health of Constance
Who gives a damn about your shadow
And then the adults are so stupid
They will wage war on us
Then I'll come for good
To sleep in your cemetery
And now, good God
You're going to have a good laugh
And now, good God
And now I'm going to cry

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