Life is like water
Flowing from a fountain
But she didn't have time to drink hers
Little distant Nathalie

When I think of you
Often I see you again
By the sea with your hair stuck
By the salt and the summer sun

I will not forget your name and your look
I will not forget
Your voice
I will not forget you

It was in winter she was driving towards Poitiers
Next to her brother
And a friend from the neighborhood

And it's in the back of a military truck
That she arrived
At the end of winter

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