From September to August Would need rubber boots To wade through the slush, the slush ... One by one, the drops of water We are dripping down the back We wade through the slush, the slush ... Let's live a little Under the gray-blue sky Love and rainwater Then turn on the wipers And let's go back to Paris It won't change us from here We will keep our umbrellas We will find the slush, the slush ... The weather is terrible Fortunately you have your raincoat But that does not prevent the slush, the slush ... You had to come here To play frozen lovers And wade through the mud, the mud ... Let's live a little Under the gray-blue sky Love and rainwater Then turn on the wipers And let's go back to Paris Next year we will go In a country where the weather is good And we will forget the slush, the slush ...
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