Que Tu M'Enterres
Françoise Hardy
That You Bury Me
But tomorrow I'll be far
So tell me, tell me quickly that your hands are my hands
That my eyes are yours
Your words are mine
But yet it was good
What is falling so fast
Turning yellow like a book
It's not love that fades
What is it, it's nothing
I'm leaving, you're leaving
But I know that one day
Somewhere, a street, a station
We'll meet again like yesterday
Together we'll grow old, I hope
Oh oh oh I wish you'd bury me
Oh I wish you'd bury me
But tomorrow I'll be far, very far
So tell me, tell me quickly
That your hands are my hands
I'm leaving, you're leaving
But I know that one day, somewhere
A street, a station, we'll meet again like yesterday
Together we'll grow old
I hope, oh oh oh I wish you'd bury me
Oh I wish you'd bury me
