God ! How long the years are when we wait for December
To illuminate the boulevards that cool our shadows.
In a month of December, I discovered his eyes
Under the blinding whiteness of a too precious winter.
And if everything was just a dream?
In a month of December, I would have wanted it again
Impressed, lonely in the darkness of a bar.
And if everything was just a dream?
In monotonous waiting, I see again this who is no longer to be seen.
The frozen tears of autumn will leave their blotters.
One month of December, I discovered his eyes
Under the blinding whiteness of a too precious winter.
And if everything was just a dream?
In a month of December, I would have wanted it watch again
Impressed, lonely in the darkness of a bar.
What if everything was just a dream?