French songs

Under the linden trees tonight

The perfume soothes all my thoughts

I am the woman who walks slowly

The city whispers beneath the soft wind

Your hands still search for my path

The streetlights gild all of our secrets

And the lindens perfume all our goodbyes

Breathe, breathe, time comes to a stop

The heart grows calm under these leaves

Our voices blend softly with the light

And the world falls silent under lindens

Your eyes shine like an old summer

I hold back the hours in my smile

But the perfume knows that all must end

Breathe, breathe, time comes to a stop

The heart grows calm under these leaves

Our voices blend softly with the light

And the world falls silent under lindens

Under the lindens, I close my eyes

The perfume gently seals our ending