Jardin D'hiver

I would like some green sun, lace and teapots
Photos of the seaside in my winter garden
I would like some light like in New England
I want to change the atmosphere in my winter garden

My flowered dress under the November rain
Your hands running, I can't wait for you anymore
The years go by, how far is the tender age
No one can hear us

I would like some Fred Astaire, see a Latécoère again
I always want to please you in my winter garden
I want to have lunch on the ground like along the clear gulfs
Kiss you with open eyes in my winter garden

My flowered dress under the November rain
Your hands running, I can't wait for you anymore
The years go by, how far is the tender age
No one can hear us.