Les Mots Bleus

It's six o'clock at the church bell
In the park, 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 must talk to her at all costs
I will tell her the blue words
The words said with the eyes
Talking seems ridiculous to me
I leap and then I retreat

In front of 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 might be old-fashioned
The winter wind blows in April
I love the silent stillness

Of a meeting, of a meeting
There is no clock anymore, no bell
In the park, 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
No longer needs the protocol

And all the long futile speeches
Would tarnish the style somewhat
Of our reunion, of our reunion
I will tell her the blue words

The words said with the eyes
I will tell her all the blue words
Of those that make people happy
All the blue words
All the blue words

I will tell her the blue words
The words said with the eyes
I will tell her all the blue words
Of those that make people happy
All the blue words
All the blue words