La classe Il etait notre enseignant Nos larmes vont desendre Sen laiser une coute partaire Nous resterions toujours a votre souvenir S est dur a dire
Now it's complete, Ravel is in the rain standing in my dream street. I'd like to meet Ravel in New Orleans, hold out my hand to his. I was warned, now
翻訳: ブラック. 雨でラヴェル.
