Sometimes I'm bored
And I go down to inhale the sun
The city makes noise
But it doesn't have time
To listen to passer-bys

So I'm going
Where I know
Exists for me
A man, a friend
To whom I tan talk
And especially whom I love to listen

He knows so many stories
The old man from Royale street
And his Atlantic eyes
The old man from Royale street
And his voice of blue music
That hesitates a bit
He learns me the name of the roses
The secret of all things
The man, the man, that I love

The old man from Royale street
He only thinks to others
The old man from Royale street
He looks like an happy apostle
And under his hair
All the goodness of the world
Has landed on his shoulder
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/PcB4The man, the man

He says, whished to people
The same joys
That you wish for yourself
Tells me about the time
That there's only a secret
It's to love to be better loved

He tells words that I love
The old man from Royale street
And his snowy hair
The old man from Royale street
And often when I'm dreaming of him
I see him walking
Between sun and clouds
Like a young man on a journey
In the sky

And I tell to the old man from Royale street
My song is kissing you
And allow me even if you have
A whole life more than I am
That I speak to you on a first name basis
To tell you that I love you (you as 2nd pers sing)
To tell you that I love you (you as 2nd pers plur)
Simply
And truly
For ever