It's raining, it's raining
On the languid gardens
On the roses of the night
It's raining tears of rain
It's raining
And I hear the splash
br/>Of the pool that is filling
Oh my God, how pretty
The rain
When Pierre comes home
I have to tell him
Let him roof of the shed
Fleed, he has to bring in some wood
Because it's starting to get cold here
Oh, Pierre
My Pierre
On the sleeping countryside
Silence and then a cry
It's nothing, a bird of the night
That flees
How beautiful this darkness is
br/>The sky, the fire and the shadow
Which creeps up to me
Without noise
A smell of cut hay
Rises from the wet ground
A car comes down the driveway
It’s him
Oh, Pierre
Pierre

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