Aline
Christophe
Aline
I had drawn on the sand
Her sweet face smiling at me
Then it rained on this beach
In that storm, she disappeared
And I cried, cried, Aline, for her to come back
And I cried, cried, oh! I was too sad
I sat next to her soul
But the beautiful lady had fled
I searched for her without believing anymore
And without hope, to guide me
And I cried, cried, Aline, for her to come back
And I cried, cried, oh! I was too sad
I only kept that sweet face
Like a wreck on the wet sand
And I cried, cried, Aline, for her to come back
And I cried, cried, oh! I was too sad
And I cried, cried, Aline, for her to come back
And I cried, cried, oh! I was too sad