Loin du froid de décembre
Hélène Segara
Far from the Cold of December
Images come back to me
Like sweet memories
Of an old little tune
Back in December
I remember, it seems to me
The games we used to make together
I find in a smile
The spark of memories
Softly an echo
Like a coal beneath the ashes
A whisper halfway through
That my heart wants to understand
I remember, it seems to me
The games we used to make together
I find in a smile
The spark of memories
From far away an echo
Like a coal beneath the ashes
A whisper halfway through
That my heart wants to understand
An old little tune
Far from the cold of December
