Les mots bleus [English translation]

It's six o' clock in the church bell tower

In the square the flowers compose poetry

A girl is going to go out to from the town hall

As every evening I wait for her, she smiles at me

I have to talk to her at all costs

I will tell her blue words

The words that we say with our eyes

Talking seems ridiculous to me

I jump forward and then step back

In front of a useless sentence

Which would break the fragile moment

Of an encounter

Of an encounter

I will tell her blue words

The ones that make people happy

I will call her without naming her

Maybe I'm outdated

The winter wind blows in April

I like the immobile silence

Of an encounter

Of an encounter

There's no longer a clock, no longer a bell tower

In the square the trees are asleep

I return by train at night

On the platform I see her smile at me

She will have to understand at all costs

I will tell her blue words

The words that we say with our eyes

All the excuses that we give

Are like stolen kisses

A subtle bitterness remains

That would spoil the fragile moment

Of our reunions

Of our reunions

I will tell her blue words

The ones that make people happy

A love story without words

No longer needs the protocol

And all the pointless speeches

Would somewhat tarnish the design

Of our reunions

Of our reunions

I will tell her blue words

The words we say with our eyes

I will tell her all the blue words

All those that make people happy

All the blue words

All the blue words

• Artist:Christophe
• Album:Les mots bleus (1974)