LEARN LYRICS

The sky's gray

Rain shows up

By surprise

It's here with us

And like a rite

That bogs us down

Umbrellas

Open in rhythm

Like a dance

Drops fall in abundance

On sweet France

Fall

Fall

Rain falls

On this Sunday

In December

In the shade of umbrellas

Passersby hurry, hurry

Without waiting

We sometimes love it

It raises its voice

It shoves us

It stops giving news

In a heatwave

Then it comes back like a need

Out of affection

And it sings us its great song

The flood

Fall

Fall

Rain falls

On this Sunday

In December

In the shade of umbrellas

Passersby hurry, hurry

Without waiting

Fall

Fall

Rain falls

On this Sunday

In December

In the shade of umbrellas

Passersby hurry, hurry

Without waiting

And falls

And falls

And falls

Fall

And falls

And falls

And falls