No promise.
A surprise.
Just a little remedy
For a perfect harmony.

Just a simple melody
For a quite rêverie.

Only a few words lain down.
It is not the best laid plan,
Even if, suddenly, surges the emotion.
Maybe an odd through the calm,

But simply a few moments
For which one could damn oneself.
Shivers without grant
That earlier nobody would warrant

Just a simple melody
For a quite rêverie.

A country you don't want
To be back,
A trip that would never end
Without a lack.

An atmosphere you fill in,
A wire weaving its fabric.
You're involded. No spleen.
Both joy and melancholy ... a mix

The last note flows away.
Was it real ? ... You still sway.
Just a simple melody,
It made you happy.