Weekend Song – Francis Cabrel

I’ve been wanting to put a Francis Cabrel song up here for a while and I couldn’t decide which one to put, then once I could, I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait until October, which is what this is about.

It’s a bittersweet with some nice changes, much like October itself.

There’s a line in this that goes (trans): “We’ll climb to the top of the hill and see at all that October lights up. My hands on your hair, scarves for two, in front of the steep world.”

And if that doesn’t get you then the last verse will, and when the strings come in – something drops away.

Et sans doute on verra apparaître
quelques dessins sur la buée des fenêtres.
Vous, vous jouerez dehors
comme les enfants du nord.
Octobre restera peut-être.

Listen: Octobre

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Related pages
Weekend Song archive