Friends - François & The Atlas Mountains

I’m through the weirdest time, i knew

it would last all year through

Dear friends

I can hear the doorbell,

I think you’ve changed

Promess,

we will recall the best,

drifting outside the shades

Surtout qu’avec la vie qu’on mène

on se doit des poèmes

Into each other’s arms trustful

No knives no bad thoughts heartful

Into the new clothes you bought to

start from scratch, in bloom

Dear friends les jours qu’on mène

en valent la peine

I’m off

and I write to you

what you already knew

Into each other’s hearts trustful

No news, well no bad news,

still hopeful

Into the new drugs you took to

see your life in bloom