The whole town has come into my room the trees have disappeared and evening clings to my fingers The houses are turning into ocean liners the sound of the sea has just reached me up here In two days we'll arrive in the Congo I've passed the Equator and the Tropic of Capricorn I know there are innumerable hills Notre-Dame hides the Gaurisankar and the northern lights night falls drop by drop I await the hours Give me that lemonade and the last cigarette I'm going back to Paris |