He, ha
Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha
He, ha
He, ha, hey
Hey

Little Marie, I'm talking about you, because with your little voice
Your little habits, you have poured thousands of roses onto my life
Little fury, I fight for you so that in 10,000 years from now
We find ourselves safe, under a sky as pretty as thousands of roses

I come from the sky and the stars among them only talk about you
Of a musician who makes his hands play on a piece of wood
Of their love bluer than the sky around

Little Marie, I wait for you, chilled under a tile of your roof
The wind of the cold night sends back the ballad I had written for you
Little fury, you say that life is a ring on each finger
In the Florida sun, my pockets are empty and my eyes are crying from the cold

I come from the sky and the stars among them only talk about you
Of a musician who makes his hands play on a piece of wood
Of their love bluer than the sky around

In the dim light of your street, little Marie, can you hear me
I'm just waiting for you to leave
In the dim light of your street, little Marie, can you hear me
I'm just waiting for you to leave

I come from the sky and the stars among them only talk about you
Of a musician who makes his hands play on a piece of wood
Of their love bluer than the sky around

In the dim light of your street, little Marie, can you hear me
I'm just waiting for you to leave

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