I would like some green sun
Laces and teapots
Photos of seasides
In my greenhouse
I would like some light
Like in New England
I want change the atmopshere
In my greenhouse
My flower dress in november's rain
Your running hands, i can't wait any longer
Years go by, the tender times are so far away
None can hear us
I woul like, from Fred Astère
See a Latécoère again
I would like you to always like me
In my greenhouse
I want to have lunch on the floor
Like along the bright gulfs
Kiss you eyes wide open
In my greenhouse
My flower dress in november's rain
Your running hands, i can't wait any longer
Years go by, the tender times are so far away
None can hear us