I would like some green sun,
laces and teapots,
and seaside pictures
in my winter garden.
I would like the kind of light
you get in New England.
I want a change of atmosphere
in my winter garden.
Your flower dress under the november rain,
my fluttering hands, I can't wait to see him.
Years go by, our tender age is so far away.
No one can hear us.
I would like Fred Astaire tunes,
to see a Latécoère1 again.
I would like you to like me always,
in my winter garden.
I want to have breakfast on the ground,
like on the sea front2,
to kiss you with eyes wide open
in my winter garden.
Your flower dress under the november rain,
my fluttering hands, I can't wait to see him.
Years go by, our tender age is so far away.
No one can hear us.
1. French seaplanes from the 30's2. lit. "along the bright gulfs", a wink to this timeless hit