L'été Indien

You know, I've never been
As happy as that morning
We were walking on a beach
A bit like this

It was autumn
An autumn where the weather was beautiful
A season that doesn't exist
Than in North America

There they call it Indian summer
But it was simply ours
With your long dress you looked like
To a watercolor by Marie Laurencin

And I remember
I remember very well
From what I told you that morning
A year ago, a century ago, an eternity ago

We'll go wherever you want, whenever you want
And we will still love each other
When love is dead
All life will be the same as this morning
In the colors of Indian summer

Today I am very far away
Of this autumn morning
But it's like I was there
I'm thinking of you

Where are you? What are you doing?
Do I still exist for you?
I watch this wave
Who will never reach the dune

You see
Like her I go back
Like her I lie down on the sand
And I remember

I remember high tides
Sunshine and happiness
Who passed over the sea
An eternity ago, a century ago, a year ago

We'll go wherever you want, whenever you want
And we will still love each other
When love is dead
All life will be the same as this morning
In the colors of Indian summer