Ah 60's!
Such beautiful tribute to Françoise Hardy only supplements my hypothesis that the world had already seen it's best time. As human souls, perhaps, we all are degenerating since then.
Lyric, for those who regret over not being a francophone:
The first luck of the day
is a ribbon of the sun
which loops around your arm
and caresses my shoulder
The first luck of the day
is a ribbon of the sun
which loops around your arm
and caresses my shoulder
It's the breath of the sea
and the beach that waits
It's the bird that sang
on the perch of a fig
The first misery of the day
Is the door that closes
The car that leaves
The silence that settles
But soon you'll come back
and my life gets going
The last luck of the day
Is the lamp that goes off
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