En média : Indochine - J'ai demandé à la lune

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Come on, say it to me now

That thing I've been waiting

For ; without nuances, just raw

And make me stop wondering.

I asked her out Tuesday, late

In this scary darkness, midairs

All I got in return was hate

In a murmur, she went upstairs.

Along her steps, a rare fragrance

Which penetrates you straight out

And let you hope for a slight chance

To free your mind, and sort it out.

Get her, do something, even if mocked

Wash out your doubts to ask her again

Find the words, and keep them locked

All you risk is love that you will sustain.