Tangerine, tangerine.

Le bac, et rien ne se passe comme je m'étais amusée à l'imaginer.
Mon espoir de mention s'envole au vent.

Le reste. Je me sens bien seule en fin de compte.
Et si Camille...
Mais pourquoi ses lettres n'arrivent jamais?


Measuring a summer's day, I only find it slips away to grey,
The hours, they bring me pain.

Tangerine, Tangerine, living reflection from a dream.
I was her love, she was my queen, and now a thousand years between.

Thinking how it used to be, does she still remember times like these ?
To think of us again ? And I do.



**Tangerine - Led Zeppelin