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