Georges Brassens Saturn Lyrics:
It is dreary, it is silent
He presides over the things of time
He wears a nice name, Saturn
But God is very worrying
He wears a nice name, Saturn
But God is very worrying
By going his way, morose
To get a bit bored
He plays to hustle roses
Time kills time as he can
He plays to hustle roses
Time kills time as he can
This season, it's you, my pretty
Who has borne the brunt of his game
You had to pay the salt tax
A grain of salt in your hair
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You had to pay the salt tax
A grain of salt in your hair
It's not bad, autumn flowers
And all the poets have said
I look and I give
My ticket they have not lied
I look and I give
My ticket they have not lied
Come again, come my favorite
Down together in the garden
Come pluck the daisy
In the summer of St. Martin
Come pluck the daisy
In the summer of St. Martin
I know by heart all thy graces
And to make me forget
It will do that Saturn
Clock towers, hourglass
And the little sharpshooter opposite
May well go get dressed ...