Les cerfs volants
Benjamin Biolay
The kites
As time goes by
I measure the passing time
And while the water stretches
To the other end of the pond
I watch the clear dawn
Stretching over the conifers
At the edge at the break of day
The sun will be back
Despite the dark years
The crazy years
The hours of glory
At the edge of the stream
I will go sit on a bench
We will go for a boat ride
We will have lunch in the park
We will kiss on the neck
There will be all around us
The kites soaring
Some lovers strolling
A light wind
The umbrellas
Planted in the ground
It's been a long time.
