Letra da Música: If You Were Coming In The Fall - Carla Bruni

If you were coming in the Fall,
I'd brush the Summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn
As Housewives do, a Fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls --
And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fear the numbers fuse --

If only Centuries, dalayed,
I'd count them on my Hand,
Subtracting, till my fingers dropped
Into Van Dieman's Land.

If certain, when the life was out --
That yours and mine, should be
I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,
And take Eternity --

But, now, uncertain of the length
of this, that is between,
It goads me, like the Goblin Bee --
That will not state -- its sting.