SF Maxime Le Forestier

[Fabrice]

It is a blue house
Leaning against the hill
One comes by feet, no need to knock
Those who live there have thrown away the key
We meet all
After years of road
We just sit around the dinner
Everyone is here, at five o'clock in the evening
San Francisco clouded
San Francisco lightening
San Francisco, where are you...
Liza and Luc, Sylvia, wait for me

Swimming in the fog
Hugged, rolling in the grass
We hear Tom on guitar
Phil at the kena, until the dark
Another comes here
To tell us of news
On that return in a year or two
As he is happy, we'll just fall asleep
San Francisco rises
San Francisco rises
San Francisco! where are you...
Liza and Luc, Sylvia, wait for me

It is a blue house
Clinging to my memory
One comes by feet, no need to knock
Those who live there have thrown away the key
Populated with long hair
Large beds and music
Populated by light and populated by fools
It will be last to stand
If San Francisco collapses
If San Francisco collapses
San Francisco! Where are you...
Liza and Luc, Sylvia, wait for me