Saint-Lunaire dimanche matin - Etienne Daho

La f?

te s’ach?ve et les derniers se pressent

C’est comme dans un r?

ve et y’a plus rien?

boire, bonsoir

Dans le vestibule o?

nos regards se croisent

Vais-je enfin oser l’amener sur la plage, bonjour

C’est l’heure des folies permises, enfin

L’heure o?

je ne comprends plus rien

La f?

te s’ach?ve, plus une cigarette

Mais toi, tu as compris, tu me suis sans rien dire, bonjour

C’est l’heure des d?

lires permis, enfin

L’heure o?

je ne comprends plus rien

Tant d’alcool, ma t?

te est lourde

Un peu d’air frais me ferait du bien

La f?

te s’ach?ve et les derniers se pressent

Y’a plus rien?

boire, mais tes l?

vres suffisent, bonjour !

The f?

you are coming to an end and the last are hurrying

It's like in an r?

ve and there's nothing left?

drink, good evening

In the vestibule o?

our eyes meet

Will I finally dare to bring it to the beach, hello

It's time for permitted madness, finally

The time where?

I do not understand anything anymore

The f?

you're over, no longer a cigarette

But you, you understood, you follow me without saying anything, hello

It's time for d?

read allowed, finally

The time where?

I do not understand anything anymore

So much alcohol, my t?

you are heavy

A little fresh air would do me good

The f?

you are coming to an end and the last are hurrying

Is there nothing more?

drink, but your

are enough, hello!