Les bleuets d'azur

The azure cornflowers
In the tall ripe wheat
Wink at us.
By the church tower,
The magpie comes to perch
In her mourning dress.
Only the August wind
Has eyes so sweet
You could drink them.
And the grass of love
Turns into velvet
In the hollow of my back.

Watch out, buddy!
It's not always
That we make love
With those things...
Watch out, buddy!
Make your eyes blue
As much as you want,
But don't overthink it...

In your brown hair
I plunge my hands.
I see the sun;
It's the lost moment
Always awaited
But never the same.
And while in the sky
The silence is such
You can hear it scream
In your beating eyes
Life is so cool
That I'm drowned in it...

Watch out, buddy!
It's not always
That we make love
With those things...
Watch out, buddy!
Make your eyes blue
As much as you want,
But don't overthink it...

To see how it goes
Let's wait until next Sunday
The azure cornflowers
In the tall ripe wheat
Will wait for us.
The August wind
Will be much sweeter
The second time around.
And the grass of love
Will always be there
When we come back...

But, you see, buddy,
I was right
To pay attention...
I'm already overthinking it!
Who can say, buddy,
If we'll come back...
If we'll come back...
If we'll come back...
If we'll come back...