Paroles de Evening Call

I had my fun, my fun had me And from beneath her parasol She says "goodbye, old used to be - Get ready for the evening call." She has grown cold, but how warm she was - The morning lawn writes history In lost high heels and empty cups Whose lipstick stains are kissing me. How chill the air, and my heart is poor. How low the sun, how high the wall. Sweet music drifting out my door Merges with the evening call. I had my fun, my fun had me. So slow she turns, and swaying goes To a young man beneath a shady tree Who there undoes her pretty clothes.