Les Mots Bleus

It is six o'clock at the church bell
In the square, the flowers poeticize
A girl is going to come out of 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 said with the eyes
Speaking seems ridiculous to me
I hesitate and then I step back

Before a useless sentence
That would break the fragile moment
Of a meeting
Of a meeting

I will tell her the blue words
Those that make people happy
I will call her without naming her
I may 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 tower
In the square, 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 said with the eyes
All the excuses we give
Are like stolen kisses

There remains a subtle resentment
That would spoil the fragile moment
Of our reunion
Of our reunion

I will tell her the blue words
Those that make people happy
A love story without words
Does not need 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
Those that make people happy
I will tell her all the blue words
All those that make people happy
All the blue words