Besedila: Stars. Nightsongs. Counting Stars On The Ceiling.

Les soleils couchants
Revetent les champs
Les canaux, la ville entiere
D'hyacinthe et d'or
Le monde s'endort
Dans une chaude lumiere
La, tout n'est qu'ordre et beaute
Luxe, calme et volupte
Took a taxi with Jean last night
It was late and it was raining
We live far away from each other
And there was no desire
I think it was more the dark night
Or some lonely feeling

When we got home, we were alone
We fell in love with that feeling
When we got home, we were alone
We fell in love with that feeling

Rain since Tuesday
Barely found my way to the shop
For the milk in the morning
And the news of the world had turned around
Then I heard you calling
Saw you turn the darkened corner
Then you were gone

When I've got home, I was alone
I fell in love with that feeling
When I've got home, I was alone
And I counted stars on the ceiling

When I've got home, I was alone
And I fell in love with that feeling
When I've got home, I was alone
And I counted stars on the ceiling
I fell in love with that feeling

When I've got home, I was alone
I counted stars on the ceiling
I fell in love with that feeling
I fell in love with that feeling

(Thanks to Dr Foofoo for submitting these lyrics, and Emma for sending in the French part, which is the first verse of a poem by Charles Baudelaire, "L'Invitation au Voyage" (Les Fleurs du Mal). Thanks again to Emma for the English translation of that part)

The setting suns
Adorn the fields
The canals, the whole city
With hyacinth and gold
The world falls asleep
In a warm glow of light
There all is order and beauty
Luxury, peace, and pleasure