Les Mots Bleus [English translation]

It's 6pm in the church tower

In the square, the flowers poetize.

A girl goes out of the town hall

As every night, i wait her.

She smile.

I would need to speak to her.

At all costs

I tell her the blue words

The words have said with eyes.

Speak seems absurd.

I embark upon and go back.

In front of a useless sentence

Which would break the fragile moment

of a meeting

of a meeting

I tell her the blue words

Those who make people happy

I'm may be old fashioned.

The winter wind breeze in April.

I love still silent,

of a meeting

of a meeting

There are currently any clock, any steeple.

In the square, the trees are lying.

I return by the night train,

in the platform, I see her

smile.

She will have to understand

At all costs

I tell her the blue words

The words have said with eyes.

All the excuses they give

are like kisses fly.

There is a subtle bitterness,

that would spoil the fragile moment,

of our reunion

of our reunion

I tell her the blue words

Those who make people happy

A love story without words,

no longer needs the protocol.

And all the long futile speech

somewhat tarnish the style

of our reunion

of our reunion

I tell her the blue words

Those who make people happy

I tell her the blue words

Those who make people happy

All the blue words

• Artist:Alain Bashung
• Album:Urgence (1992)