Mistral gagnant

To sit on a bench, five minutes, with you
And watch the people, as long as there are some
Talk to you about the good times, which are dead or will return
While holding your little fingers in my hand

Then feed some silly pigeons
Kick them just for fun
And hear your laughter that cracks the walls
Which mostly knows how to heal my wounds

Tell you a bit about how I was, a kid
The fabulous candies we used to steal from the store
Car-en-sac and Minto, one-franc caramels
And the Mistral Winners

To walk again in the rain, five minutes, with you
And watch life, as long as there is some
Tell you about the Earth while devouring you with my eyes
Talk to you about your mother, a little bit

And jump in puddles to make her grumble
Mess up our shoes and laugh
And hear your laughter like we hear the sea
Stop, go back

Tell you mostly about the Carambars of yesteryear and the Coco Boers
And the real Roudoudous that cut our lips
And ruined our teeth
And the Mistral Winners

To sit on a bench, five minutes, with you
Watch the sun that goes away
Talk to you about the good times, which are dead and I don't care
Tell you that the bad guys aren't us

That if I'm crazy, it's only from your eyes
Because they have the advantage of being two
And hear your laughter fly as high
As the screams of the birds

Finally tell you that we must love life
Love it even if time is a murderer and takes away with it
The laughter of children
And the Mistral Winners
And the Mistral Winners