To the people of the fountains
So you come back someday
Of those gray days that never end
Streets where I hang around, always, always
Always those moments too short come back to me
Rimbaud or Verlaine, nothing will comfort me
Like dozens of clumsy lovers
Streets where I hang around, always, always
Always those moments too short come back to me
The only ones who understand
You who've listened to so many
You who couldn't lie
Do they know how to forgive, those beauties we breathe for
Have you seen them come closer
Leaning over your sapphire reflections
Saying we can start all over, look hard in your memories
To the people of the fountains
So one day the sound of your steps comes back to me
I'd give all of Göttingen
All Cohen's Suzannes
For that blessed day when you come back to me
I'd give all of Göttingen
All Cohen's Suzannes
For that blessed day when you come back to me