From the country we came
to read lines from old songs
and hear old voices
l'eau des mers
wailing in the night
at our rain soaked porch
as the cigarette smoke rose
l'eau des mers
we spoke softly in the crowd
wiser to our whispers
meeting in the dark corner
l'eau des mers
traveling to new york
and meeting our families
for moments forever
l'eau des mers
Mais ces chansons ne sont pas complètes
et ne sera pas dans ce verset
L'eau des mers
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