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Hello hello Yes yes it's me Yes yes it's me how are you yes yes I know it's been a long time there...
Yes yes... No, I'm around, I came back, I was thinking of you
Oh no, just to check in… And then your daughter? â¦Huh? Do you have two? Oh well!
And at what age did they get there? Han? Has your daughter gone to university? Did you succeed?
No no, it didn't work in Tahiti...
Huh? You don't know? We got caught... Yes, yes... Two years. Well, two years to a day…
In any case… do you want to have a coffee… a tea?
⦠Do you remember our tune?
Ah well there, there… No, no… Look there… Don’t cry, don’t cry
There I know you’re going to cry… no, don’t cry, no no
Look… ¦ It's no big deal there... We... we lost our shit...
Look... it would have ended up badly, you're good... Look... ¦ I don't blame you,
you'll definitely go away...
Look... it would have been really cool if you gave us some news , but hey… We let it happen.
Look... We couldn't... It was too difficult, too dangerous. Stop whining, don't whine... and coffee?
The sailboat is on the quay; the ocean is under the wind; we haven't left
But we're still alive... it's still a matter
The time when we dreamed together is far away
The time is so far away seems to me
The rain is falling on the plexiglass of the ruined cabin, it is almost midnight
The sailboat is on the quay; the ocean is under the wind; we have not left
The sailboat is on the quay; the ocean is under the wind; we haven't left
But we're still alive... it's still a catch... it's still a catch
Don't look too much at the boats
Who sail under the strangely beautiful moon
These are your dreams that have fallen into the water
Which continue to run without captain or sailors
Don't look too much at the birds
Which shine under the strangely high moon
Perhaps these are your ideals
Don't look too much at the birds
Don't look too much at the boats
Who shine under the moon strangely high
These are your dreams that have fallen into the water
Who continue to run without captain or sailors
Don't look too much at the birds
Who are in behind the flock
And who with one impulse rush towards winter
Do not contemplate too much the solitary birds