LYRICS GAME

I entrusted my sorrow

To the people of the fountains

So you come back someday

To hang on my arm

Sunday and weekdays

Are nothing but a chain

Of those gray days that never end

Streets where I hang around, always, always

Always those moments too short come back to me

The Rhône or the Seine

Rimbaud or Verlaine, nothing will comfort me

Princes and sovereigns

Simple actresses

Like dozens of clumsy lovers

Have carved the same

Stupid refrains

The same sighs

In the same places

Streets where I hang around, always, always

Always those moments too short come back to me

The only ones who understand

Who know where it leads

Fountains, tell me

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

Search hard

I entrusted my sorrow

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