Les Mots Bleus

It's 6 o'clock at the church bell
In the park, the flowers poeticize
A girl is going to leave the town hall
Like every evening, I wait for her
She smiles at me
I should talk to her
At all costs

I will tell her the blue words
The words spoken with the eyes
Talking seems ridiculous to me
I hesitate and then I step back
In front of a useless sentence
That would break the fragile moment
Of a meeting
Of a meeting

I will tell her the blue words
The ones that make people happy
I will call her without naming her
I might be old-fashioned
The winter wind blows in April
I love the silent stillness
Of a meeting
Of a meeting

There is no clock, no bell anymore
In the park, the trees are lying down
I come back by the night train
On the platform, I see her
Smiling at me
She will have to understand
At all costs

I will tell her the blue words
The words spoken with the eyes
All the excuses we give
Are like kisses that fly away
There remains a subtle resentment
That would spoil the fragile moment
Of our reunion
Of our reunion

I will tell her the blue words
The ones that make people happy
A love story without words
No longer needs protocol
And all the long futile speeches
Would tarnish somewhat the style
Of our reunion
Of our reunion

I will tell her the blue words
The words that make people happy
I will tell her all the blue words
All those that make people happy
All the blue words