We met one morning station september the fourth1
Recognized the day after to go out drink a coffee together
We've come a long way, at least it seems to me
Since the first glass of wine until the last kiss without the tongue
We knew the back yards, the cold of december
The ingenues, who play footsie with the tenderfoot
The moist nights laying down on the coco and the ashes
The gnarly wine, the naked misery but what happiness together
Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it
Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it
Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it
Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it
We lost each other one morning station september the fourth
Frenzied, drunk of that wine who gives you almond-shaped eyes
We hugged some walls, you had raised some legs
What a silly thought, saying farewell to those housing schemes
Farewell tender nights, farewell caresses, farewell almond milk
Farewell relative glee to take a coffee together
Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it
Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it
Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it
Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it
I'll still cry about it
Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it
Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it
Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it
Even in the next century, I'll still speak about it
I'll still cry about it
It is named for the date of 4 September 1870, the date Napoleon III fell and the Third French Republic was proclaimed.