Well, until we get old

Let's swing on trees,

Let's play the whistle,

Let's drink cocoa.

 

Chorus

 

When your voice is like a canary,

I feel your presence in the air,

With your smile apart I'll never be,

It's a rare type of a game that's fair.

 

II

 

Well, until we're apart

Let's play all these games,

Wear cinnamon hats,

Our minds never tamed.

 

Chorus

 

When your voice is like a canary,

I feel your presence in the air,

With your smile apart I'll never be,

It's a rare type of a game that's fair.

 

© Maryna Tchianova

 

© This is an original derivative work based on several French arthouse films and the music of an indie band called Cocorosie.