It was the time of another year
The time of neon lighting
The time of the dove’s testimonies
The time of the speed and of the shadow
The time of the thrown away letters
The time where we were happy.
It was the time of the seashores
The time of Gainsbourg, of Prévert
I see again your ravaged hair
You played in the hotel’s room
And me, on the back seat
I saw the world upside down.
Live the winter’s wind
And Prévert’s song
Continuing his road upside down
I am not a Christian
But i remember everything.
Live the winter’s wind
And everything turns upside down Earth
The wolfs are at the door
One last glance back
In the rear-view mirror.
It was the time of Lily Brik
The time of the tattood sun
It was the time of the avalanches
The time of drunk and broken glasses
My life burned like the red square
When the night has finished it’s course.
It was the time of major agreements
Where everything has been lighted up
And i hear your heart beating
Softly, softly
I am not taking cared of
The time where you played it for me.
Live the winter’s wind
And Prévert’s song
Continuing his road upside down
I am not a Christian
But i remember everything.
Live the winter’s wind
And everything turns upside down Earth
The wolfs are at the door
One last glance back
In the rear-view mirror.
(On the paved roads
I have been a winter’s night...)