Nuages

Slowly in the evening
The train is leaving
On the platform, her handkerchief
Is already fleeing
In the mirror like a dream
The gray wall of her house
Under the lengthening day
Fades on the horizon

A cloud stretches
On her finger
Passing by, it seems to say
A sad farewell
And all that I loved
When the train turns
In a flow of smoke
Fades away forever

(Mmmh, mmh)
(Mmmh, mmh)
(Mmmh, mmh)
(Mmmh, mmh)

A cloud stretches
On her finger
Passing by, it seems to say
A sad farewell
And all that I loved
When the train turns
In a flow of smoke
Fades away forever