I look for summer all year round, and suddenly here it is. Hey, it's gone to the beaches, and I'm alone up here in the city. I hear a plane whistling above the roofs, and it's leaving. It's blue, the afternoon is too blue and long for me. I realize I have no more resources without you. And then I almost, almost take the train and I come, I come to you. The train of desires, of my thoughts, on the contrary, goes. It's like when I was at the oratory, with so much sun, so many years ago. Those Sundays alone, in a courtyard, walking. Now I get bored more than then, I'm not even a priest to chat. It's blue, the afternoon is too blue and long for me. I realize I have no more resources without you. And then I almost, almost take the train and I come, I come to you. The train of desires, of my thoughts, on the contrary, goes. I'm looking for a bit of Africa in the garden, between the oleander and the baobab. As I did as a child, but here there are people, you can't anymore. They are watering your roses, there is no lion, who knows where. It's blue, the afternoon is too blue and long for me. I realize I have no more resources without you. And then I almost, almost take the train and I come, I come to you. But the train of desires, of my thoughts, on the contrary, goes. It's blue, the afternoon is too blue and long for me. And then I almost, almost take the train and I come, I come to you.