By now, I know it's already too late
She will surely have taken the first bus
And on the national road, on the banks of the Loire
She sees landscapes, tells herself stories
She forgets me, she forgets me, she forgets me
Her blond hair tied in a bun poorly done
She thinks God knows what, the sun is disappearing
And the night will come, the tired driver
Look for an old restaurant and she will want to ®ner
She forgets me, she forgets me, she forgets me
And I'm going to finish this bottle of wine
Looking at the table, wringing my hands
And I'm going to spend the night in the garden
Counting the stars, it will be better tomorrow
She forgets me, she forgets me, she forgets me
Tomorrow morning, of course, she arrives in Paris
She finds the streets, her parents, her friends
I give her three weeks to fall in love
And in front of her mirror, she is already happy
She forgets me, she forgets me, she forgets me
There is a field of wheat © à fading somewhere
The tractor is broken, it's a big deal
We should think about looking after this horse
That's the end of summer, she forgets me and I'm in pain
She forgets me, she forgets me, she forgets me
She forgets me

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