I look for summer all year round
And suddenly here she is
She left for the beaches
And I'm alone up here in the city 
I feel whistling above the roofs
An airplane that goes away
Blue, the afternoon is too blue
It's long for me, I realize
I have no more resources
Without you, so what
I almost take the train
And I come, I come to you
But the train of desires
In my thoughts it goes in reverse
It seems like when I was at the oratory
With lots of sun, many years ago
Those Sundays alone
In a courtyard, walking
Now I'm more bored since then
Not even a priest to chat with
Blue, the afternoon is too blue
It's long for me, I realize
I no longer have resources
Without you, so what
I almost take the train
And I come, I come to you
But the train of desires
In my thoughts it goes in reverse
I'm looking for a bit of Africa in the garden
Between the oleander and the baobab
Like I did as a child
But there are people here, it's no longer possible ¹
They are watering your roses
There is no lion, who knows where he is
Blue, the afternoon is too blue
It's long for me, I realize
I have no more resources
Without you, and then
I almost take the train
And I'm coming, I'm coming to you< br/>But the train of desires
In my thoughts it goes backwards

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