Octobre

The wind will crack the branches
The white mist will arrive in its white robe
There will be leaves everywhere, laid on stone
October will have its revenge

The sun will hardly go out
Our bodies will hide under bits of wool
Lost inside your scarves
You will meet in the evening
Ocober asleep at the fountains

There will certainly be
On the metal tables
Some empty vases lurking around
And clouds caught in areals
I will give you flowers, and colourful tableclothes
So that October doesn't catch up

We will go on the top of the hill
Look at everything that October lights up
My hands in your hair
In front of the world that gives in

There will certainly be on benches
Some men who remember
And clouds caught in areals
I will give you flowers and colourful tableclothes
So that October doesn't catch us


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