Francis Cabrel
Miscellaneous
I Still Think of You
I entered the church
And I saw no one there
Only the look extinguished from the plaster of the statues
I know a place where there is nothing above
I still think of you
I should have been wary of the winds that swirl
Of these stones that cut hidden under the water that sleeps
Of these ends of streams that become ports
I still think of you
I am had said that everything fades
Fortunately that time passes
I will have learned that it takes a long time
But time passes fortunately, fortunately
I came across the beggar who lost his way
In my rain coat I look a little like him
And then I have your image stuck in my eyes
I still think of you

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