The picture de la France
roads were walked
lollipops were smiled
The fields of greens and yellow straw
gave ‘selves up to a breeze
that was not a breeze
The abandoned lawns, old military tent
how come they've become
a shelter for the hearts and hand
The painting of such vivid colours
a smell of french cousine
make the memories a lucid dream
The french flair - a mere coulisse
Où nous avons fixé un mur
et nous avons fait l'amour
Maite zaitut
et maintenant, nous avons eu un amour
et maintenant, nous ne savons pas réparer le mur