Margrét

Margrét, the sun in your hair Makes it impossible not to stare Mon amour, your dress in the wind Sublime I'll stay here behind Take me by the hand, let's roll through these cobbled streets Take me by the hand, promenades, Matisse and sonisse Ma Belle, tonight belongs to us Margrét, it's almost dawn Close your eyes, I'll soon be gone Mon amour, wait for me here Underneath the Mirabeau stair