"From the first gleams
Oh I am sinking (I guess it's a french pun with the gleams since 'sombre' also means 'dark')
The summer seems very far to me
I didn't forget it
But I lost my mind
And time can indeed stop
It can indeed seize me
Any notion of season
From the first gleams of October
With the most honorable intentions
Oh I am sinking
I smell a smell of lily
My muscles re-weave
And I'm waiting for the bloom
But what did indeed happen
Between September and May
I forgot my name
From the first gleams of October
With the most honorable intentions
Oh I am sinking
Oh time has elapsed and I am counting the sprouts
Of the other flowers of season
I shall not still go out of the foam
No more than another flower of season
Oooo-ooo-ooo-ooooo
The summer seems very far to me
My dried out leaves do not make the connection anymore
But what did indeed happen between September and May
I do not make the distinction anymore
From the first gleams of October
With the most honorable intentions
Oh I am sinking
Oh time has elapsed and I am counting the sprouts
Of the other flowers of season
I shall not still go out of the foam
No more than another flower of season
Nor more than another flower of season
Ooo ooo ooo ooooo
aaaaaa
oooo oooo aaaaaaa
Maybe this helps :
"From the first gleams Oh I am sinking (I guess it's a french pun with the gleams since 'sombre' also means 'dark')
The summer seems very far to me I didn't forget it But I lost my mind And time can indeed stop It can indeed seize me Any notion of season
From the first gleams of October With the most honorable intentions Oh I am sinking
I smell a smell of lily My muscles re-weave And I'm waiting for the bloom But what did indeed happen Between September and May I forgot my name
From the first gleams of October With the most honorable intentions
Oh I am sinking
Oh time has elapsed and I am counting the sprouts Of the other flowers of season
I shall not still go out of the foam No more than another flower of season Oooo-ooo-ooo-ooooo
The summer seems very far to me My dried out leaves do not make the connection anymore But what did indeed happen between September and May I do not make the distinction anymore
From the first gleams of October With the most honorable intentions Oh I am sinking
Oh time has elapsed and I am counting the sprouts Of the other flowers of season
I shall not still go out of the foam No more than another flower of season
Nor more than another flower of season Ooo ooo ooo ooooo aaaaaa oooo oooo aaaaaaa
From the first gleams Oh I am sinking"