Paroles: Françoise Hardy. La Pluie Sans Parapluie. Memory Divine.

:
oh memory divine
I wander
when death to death Is done
I wander
I need to lick a late, late, late passion
at every station of
the cross, the cross
never is nothing here
child, I wander
we need to sleep to die
I wander
your heart is in a race
never, never lose a will
we love dying men?
oh Lord let me know
the wonder
oh Lord let me know
it?s a cold, cold, cold christmas
at every station of
the cross, the cross
you mean my night is wrong
I wander
how do you feel babe ?
I wonder
I?m a full, full, full, reach of desire
is there nothing left Lord
nothing left but bones
but bones?
oh memory divine
I wander
oh memory divine?