Octobre
Francis Cabrel
October
The wind will make the branches crack
The mist will come in its white dress
There will be leaves everywhere
Lying on the rocks
October will have its revenge
The sun will barely come out
Our bodies will hide under scraps of wool
Lost in your scarves
You will meet the evening
October asleep at the fountains
Certainly there will be,
On the white iron tables
Some empty vases lying around
And clouds caught on the antennas
I will offer you flowers
And colorful tablecloths
So that October doesn't take us
We will go to the top of the hills
To see everything that October illuminates
My hands on your hair
Scarves for two
In front of the world bowing down
Certainly leaning on benches
There will be some men who remember
And clouds caught on the antennas
I will offer you flowers
And colorful tablecloths
So that October doesn't take us
And no doubt we will see
Some drawings appear on the mist of the windows
You will play outside
Like the children of the north
October may remain
You will play outside
Like the children of the north
October may remain
