[almost an instrumental]



Come on, rag-doll ballerina

Return in your theatre made of tin

Do not forget one day you'll fly

The doors of the theatre open wide

The wind shakes your beautiful hair in this morning in Paris

I try to get closer to you with tears in the eyes

And then a myriad glints of rain in this old picture of your smile

Look at that seagull in the sky, it's my Valentine