I'm talking to you about those funny evenings
That make us feel like we're on shifting ground
About those strange moments
Where everything becomes much too big
The night takes on a taste of gardenal
When we no longer see the lighthouse's glow
That water is entering the bilges
The most beautiful becomes so banal
That we would want
To lower all the sails

The blues is white
When the heart grinds black
When everything separates us from our story
The blues is white
When the heart grinds black
For death, we would pay a deposit
And in the gloom
We don't even know which way we're rowing
We think we've lost the flame

Don't cry, it's not a drama
We've all had this kind of mood one day
And sucked in by the wave
We're even afraid of telegrams
We would like to change
But change for what program

The blues is white
When the heart grinds black
When everything separates us from our story
The blues is white
When the heart grinds black
For death, we would pay a deposit
And in the gloom
We don't even know which way we're rowing
We think we've lost the flame

And in the gloom
Don't cry
Don't make a drama
We've all had these moods

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