The wind will make the branches crack
The mist will come in its white dress
There will be leaves everywhere
Lying on the pebbles
October will have its revenge

The sun will barely come out
Our bodies will hide under bits of wool
Lost in your scarves
You will cross the evening
October asleep at the fountains

There will certainly be
On the tin tables
Some empty vases lying around
And clouds caught on antennas

I'll offer you flowers
And colorful tablecloths
So that October doesn't take us

We will go to the top of the hills
To watch all that October illuminates
My hands on your hair
Scarves for two
In front of the world that bows

Certainly leaning on benches
There will be some men who remember
And clouds caught on antennas

I'll offer you flowers
And colorful tablecloths
So that October doesn't take us

And no doubt we will see appear
Some drawings on the window fog
You, you will play outside
Like the children of the North
October may remain

You, you will play outside like the children of the North
October may remain

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