Little Marie, I'm talking about you
Because with your little voice
Your little quirks, you have poured over my life
Thousands of roses
Little fury, I fight for you
So that in ten thousand years of this
We will find ourselves sheltered, under a sky as pretty
As thousands of roses
br/>I come from the sky and the stars between them
Speak only about you
Of a musician who plays his hands
On a piece of wood
Of their love bluer than the sky around
Little Marie, I wait for you transfixed
Under a tile of your roof
The wind of the cold night sends me back the ballad
That I wrote for you
Little fury, you say that life
It's a ring on each finger
In the Florida sun, my pockets are empty
And my eyes cry from the cold
I come from the sky and the stars between them
Speak only of you
Of a musician who plays his hands
On a piece of wood
Of their love bluer than the sky around
In the darkness of your street
Little Marie, can you hear me?
I'm just waiting for you to leave
In the darkness of your street
Little Marie, can you hear me?
I'm just waiting for you to leave
I come from the sky and the stars between them
Only speak about you
Of a musician who plays his hands
On a piece of wood
Of their love bluer than the sky around

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