In this room, the sun has just drawn
The mornings of butterflies under papers
And which dance when I just wake up.
In this room where my mirror often tells
That the child is already ended, but it's time
The woman in me doesn't listen to the child.
I dreamed too much, I thought too much
to the one who will come one day.
Dressed in black, did you think of me,
you with whom I am going to know love?
In the window where I look at the swallow
Which gives itself to the autumn wind, which calls me
Under the snow, in the rain, under the rainbow
I dreamed too much, I thought too much
to the one who will come one day.
Dressed in black, did you think of me,
you with whom I am going to know love?