Those little blonde girls
With those little rings in their ears
All brides who will give birth
Men as big as trees
That when you try to convince them
Then you see, they are really made of wood
Red devil forgets the road
Come here with us to drink an orange soda
Against the light all time goes away
Look at the highest nights
Of this north-west caparisoned with stars
And the frozen wagon tracks
Like the gazes of the French
A waltz of wind and straw
The death of peasants
Walking up the rice fields
/>And it makes the sound of frogs
It's punctual
It arrives on the white farmyards
Like the piecework mowers
Voices from the sun other voices
From this countryside other abysses of lights
And nothing of earth and soul
More than the horse and the quinine
And hotel voices and whispers
Lovers of the plains
Queens of couriers and curbstones
/>Theirs, their ancient discretion
Water and honey
Red devil forgets the road
He comes here with us to drink an orangeade
Against the light all the time goes away
/>The fireflies circle
In the circles of the night
This darkness smells of hay and of distance
And the song perhaps tastes of ratafi

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