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Red-Haired France
The snow-swept streets
Seemed empty, rusting
The sun was bleeding
Down the roofs
The kids ran past
Chasing their chance
The girls, the boys
Red hair, gold eyes
Rouge et gris, ton sourire
Dans le ciel, dans la terre, dans le verre
Tu es mon mystere
The flowing pavement
Mud-painted walls
In the windows flowered curtains
Silver mirrors" blank souls
The kids were laughing
Fiery hair and honey eyes
Alleys were their mother
Giving, taking if they last
Rouge et gris, ton sourire
Dans le ciel, dans la terre, dans le verre
Tu es mon mystere
My Red-Haired France
Je taime
The snow-swept streets
Seemed empty, rusting
The sun was bleeding
Down the roofs
The kids ran past
Chasing their chance
The girls, the boys
Red hair, gold eyes
Rouge et gris, ton sourire
Dans le ciel, dans la terre, dans le verre
Tu es mon mystere
The flowing pavement
Mud-painted walls
In the windows flowered curtains
Silver mirrors" blank souls
The kids were laughing
Fiery hair and honey eyes
Alleys were their mother
Giving, taking if they last
Rouge et gris, ton sourire
Dans le ciel, dans la terre, dans le verre
Tu es mon mystere
My Red-Haired France
Je taime