LEARN LYRICS

It's six o'clock

At the church steeple

In the square

The flowers are poetic

A girl is leaving

The town hall

Every evening

She waits for me

She smiles at me

I have to talk to her

At all costs

I'll tell her the blue words

The words we say

With our eyes

Talking seems ridiculous

I move forward

Then I pull back

Before a useless phrase

That would break the fragile moment

Of an encounter

Of an encounter

I'll tell her the blue words

Those that make

People happy

I'll call her

Without naming her

Maybe I'm old-fashioned

The winter wind

Blows in April

I love the motionless silence

Of an encounter

Of an encounter

There's no clock anymore

No more steeple

In the square

The trees are lying down

I'm coming back

By the night train

On the platform I see her

Smiling at me

She'll have to

Understand

At all costs

I'll tell her the blue words

The words we say

With our eyes

All the excuses

That we give

Are like the kisses

That we steal

A subtle resentment remains

That would spoil the fragile moment

Of our reunion

Of our reunion

I'll tell her the blue words

Those that make

People happy

A love story

Without words

Doesn't need formalities

And all the long

Pointless speeches

Would somewhat tarnish the style

Of our reunion

Of our reunion

I'll tell her the blue words

The words we say

With our eyes

I'll tell her all the blue words

Those that make

People happy

All the blue words

All the blue words

All the blue words

All the blue words

All the blue words

All the blue words