Raymonde Linossier

A green leaf falls to the ground

Pulled from the branch too soon

No chance to bleed yellow, burgundy or gold,

Dissolves away like dew.

Raymonde Linossier.

All of my youth departed with you.

SYSTEMPart of my life will always belong to you.

In my pocket I carry your cigarette case

On my dresser is your photograph

Even now, every melody I write

Cast into the distance to discover something new,

Yearns for something lost

And leads me back to you.

Raymonde Linossier.

All of my youth departed with you.

Raymonde! Part of my life...

SYSTEMPart of my life will always belong to you.