LEARN LYRICS

The sky is gray

The rain shows up

As if by surprise

She's at our place

And like a ritual

That bogs us down

The umbrellas

Open in rhythm

Like a dance

The drops fall in abundance

On sweet France

Fall

Fall

Fall, rain

On this Sunday

In December

In the shade of umbrellas

The passers-by rush rush

Without waiting

We sometimes love her

She raises her voice

She pushes us around

She doesn't give news anymore

In heatwave

Then she comes back like a need

Out of affection

And she sings us her great Song

The flood

Fall

Fall

Fall, rain

On this Sunday

In December

In the shade of umbrellas

The passers-by rush, rush

Without waiting

Fall

Fall

Fall, rain

On this Sunday

In December

In the shade of umbrellas

The passers-by rush rush

Without waiting

And it falls

And it falls

And it falls

Fall

And it falls

And it falls

And it falls