She wasn't my neighbour
She lived in the hills
Up there, in Hawthorn street
I was not boaster
And here it was cold
Down there, in Acacia Street
We passed one another from time to time
So we walked together in the fields
In the middle of spring flowers
Who chase away all the torments
I loved her so much
She dreamed of Anna Karenina
And hoop skirts
Up there, of Hawthorn Street
I was not sure of myself
God, I was clumsy
Down there, in Acacia Street
The years passed slowly
We looked at eachother kindly
But the snow and bad wind
Chase away the children's dreams
We loved each other so much
She lyed down in the spleen
Of a navy blue sofa
Up there, of Hawthorn Street
Me, I cried more than me
Frozen with grief and horror
Down there, in Acacia Street
She was perhaps twenty years old
I remember from time to time
But the time never reappear (come back)
The time that drives away everything, all the time
I loved her so much
She wasn't my neighbor
She lived in the hills
Up there, in Hawthorn Street
I was not boaster
And here it was cold
Down there, in Acacia Street