[Verse 1]
We met one morning at Quatre-Septembre station
Recognized the next day to go and drink coffee together
We've come a long way, at least he said seems to me
From the first glass of wine to the last kiss without the tongue
We have known the back yards the frosts of December
The ingénues who wear short who make from foot to tender feet
The sweaty nights lying on coconut and ashes
The hoary wine the naked misery but what happiness together
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Even at next century I will still talk about it
Even in the next century I will still talk about it
Even in the next century I will still cry about it
Even in the next century Next time I'll cry again
[Verse 2]
We got lost one morning at Quatre-Septembre station
Lost drunk on this wine that makes your eyes go almond-shaped
We razed a few walls, you lifted a few legs
Had some very strange thoughts saying goodbye to these big groups
Goodbye tender nights goodbye caresses goodbye almond milk
Farewell relative joy of having a coffee together
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