it's a beautiful novel ,it's a beautul story
it's a romance of today
he on his way home up there in the fog
she was going down in the southern France, the Southern France
they met on the road side
on the holiday road
it's a romance of today
he on his way home up there in the fog
she was going down in the southern France, the Southern France
they met on the road side
on the holiday road
it was,undoubtely, a lucky day
they had the sky within their hands
a gift of providence
so,why thinking of tomorrow
they had the sky within their hands
a gift of providence
so,why thinking of tomorrow
they hide in a large wheatfield
letting themselves be taken by the streams
they told themselves the story of their livse to begin
they were only children,children
who met on the roadside
on the holiday highway
it was undoubtely a luck day
they gathered the sky with the hollow of their hands
like we gather th providince
refusing to think about tomorrow
letting themselves be taken by the streams
they told themselves the story of their livse to begin
they were only children,children
who met on the roadside
on the holiday highway
it was undoubtely a luck day
they gathered the sky with the hollow of their hands
like we gather th providince
refusing to think about tomorrow
C'est une romance d'aujourd'hui
Elle descendait dans le midi, le midi
Sur l'autoroute des vacances
Elle descendait dans le midi, le midi
Sur l'autoroute des vacances
they both took theire way back home
greeted the providnece by doing a sign with the hand
greeted the providnece by doing a sign with the hand
he went back to his place, up there in the fog
she went back, down there, in the South
she went back, down there, in the South
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