Les Heures Bleues
Berry
The Blue Hours
You believe in coffee grounds,
In omens, in big games,
I only believe in your big eyes.
You believe in fairy tales,
In bad days and in dreams,
I only believe in your lies.
You believe in some vague god,
In some special saint,
In this prayer against that evil.
I only believe in the blue hours,
And the pink ones you pour on me,
In the pleasure of sleepless nights.
And so deep is my faith,
In everything that I believe,
That I live only for you.
And so deep is my faith,
In everything that I believe,
That I live only for you (x3).
