It's 6 o'clock at the church bell tower
In the square the flowers are poetic
A girl is going to come out of the town hall
Like every evening I'm waiting for her
She smiles
I should talk to him
At all costs
I will tell him the blue words
The words that were said with the eyes
Talk to me seems ridiculous
I rush forward and then I step back
In front of a useless sentence
Which would shatter the fragile moment
Of an encounter
Of an encounter
I'll tell her the blue words
The ones that make people happy
I'll call her without naming her
Maybe I'm old-fashioned
The wind winter blows in April
I love the still silence
Of a meeting
Of a meeting
There is no more clock, no more bell tower
br/>In the square the trees are lying down
I'm coming back by the night train
On the platform I see her
Who smiles at me
She will have to understands
At all costs
I will tell him the blue words
The words that were said with the eyes
All the excuses that we give
Are like the kisses that fly away
There remains a subtle resentment
Which would spoil the fragile moment
Of our reunion
Of our reunion
I will tell him the words blue
Those who make people happy
A love story without words
No longer needs protocol
And all the long, futile speeches
Would tarnish somewhat the style
Of our reunion
Of our reunion
I will tell him the blue words
The words that make people happy
I will tell him all the blue words
All those who make people happy
All the blue words

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