In the small wood of Trousse Chemise
When the sea is gray and we are a little gray also
In the small wood of Trousse Chemise
We made mistakes , do you remember?, both of us
We went to Trousse Chemise
Stalked by old ladies behind their shutters
We went with a flower on the ear
With two bottles of real Muscadet
we swam in Trousse Chemise
The beach deserted was for no one but us
we bathed in the discovery
The sea was green, and you were a little green
We had in the woods of Trousse chemise
Lunch on the grass, but then suddenly
I wanted in a great momentum
to conjugate the verb to "love the next one".
And I knocked down in Trousse Chemise
Despite your prayers to reluctantly
And I spilled the wine from our glasses
Your light dress and your seventeen
When we got back from Trousse Chemise
The sea was gray, you were no longer gray
When we returned life took you back...
You packed your suitcase.. you never came back.
They cut the wood in Trousse Chemise
It rains on the beach off-seasons
They cut wood, the wood of the cage
Where my heart was too nice in its prison.