Σε ονειρεύτηκα (ξανά). Πρέπει να ήταν η τρίτη συνεχόμενη νύχτα.
Και μου λείπεις πάντα.

Et la lune finissait ivre

in a manner...

Hang down your head for sorrow

La la la

Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make

Le pont

Comme la vie est lente
et l'espérance est violente
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont, je demeure

After the weekend

Tonight..

Your song

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money, but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
See I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple, but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world

If I was a sculptor, but then again no
Or a girl who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song, and this one's for you

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