Crédits photographiques Maurice Kodeih - recolorisée
We'll lay here for years or for hours
Your hand in my hand, so still and discreet
So long, we'd become the flowers
And they'd find us in a week
When the weather gets hot
When the buzzards get loud
After the insects have made their claim
After the foxes have known our taste
After the raven has had his say
I'll be home with you, I'll be home with you