Many of my friends
Came from the clouds
With sun and rain
As simple luggage
They made the season
Of sincere friendships
The most beautiful season
Of the four on earth

They have this sweetness
Of the most beautiful landscapes
And the loyalty
Of migratory birds
In their heart is engraved
An infinite tenderness
And sometimes, in their eyes
Slips sadness

So, they come
To warm up at my place
And you too
You will come

You can leave
In the middle of the clouds
And smile again
At many other faces
Give around you
A little of your tenderness
When another will want
To hide his sadness

As we do not know
What life gives us
It may be that in turn
I am no longer anyone
If I have a friend left
Who really understands me
I will forget at once
My tears and my sorrows

So, maybe
I will come to your place
To warm my heart
At your wood

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