elles me manquent elles me manquent elles me manquent......... fin d'aout est si près.
I call the shots
Till you wake up
Count every second on every clock .....
She sleeps so soft
So soft I tread
Arranging papers around the bed
And if she's dreaming deep tonight
I lie with her by reading light
A glass of water by her side
And gone are hopes of getting tired