At the clear fountain, as I was walking

Hung on the highest branch
Among the fruits of the chestnut tree
It seems like you're swinging
I see you and I lose my footing

Even if nothing matters anymore
Have you at least found the key
That gives us back our childhood
And our schoolboy laughter?

Tonight, it's the autumn wind
That will cradle you
Let it, sheltered from men
Cradle you near me

There will of course be discomfort
Like a brief hesitation
When it comes to placing the chairs

For the Christmas Eve meal
You will live in all our silences
At the mercy of conversations
I will tame your absence
But I will no longer say your name

Tonight, it's the autumn wind
That will cradle you
Let it, sheltered from men
Cradle you near me

Hung on the highest branch
One day I will forgive you
Tell God that it's Sunday
And he can come to get you

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