LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
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