.Il neige sur Madrid, il neige sur Madrid, Madrid
Lisbonne est libérée et c'est le mois de mai, de mai
La radio parle encore du Vietnam, au Vietnam
Un photographe est mort, et toi, tu dors
Mais drôle de temps, de printemps, dans vingt ans
Quel printemps aurons-nous?
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