To sit on a bench for five minutes with you
And watch the people, as long as there are any
To talk to you about the good times that are dead or will come back
Holding your little fingers in my hand
Then feed some stupid pigeons
Pretend to kick them
And hear your laughter that cracks the walls
That knows especially how to heal my wounds
To tell you a bit about how I was as a kid
The fabulous candies
That we stole from the shopkeeper
Carensac and Minto, caramel for one franc
And the winning mistrals

To walk in the rain for five minutes with you
And watch life as long as there is any
To tell you about the Earth while devouring you with my eyes
To talk a little bit about your mother
And jump in the puddles to annoy her
To ruin our shoes and laugh
And hear your laughter like we hear the sea
To stop, to go back
To tell you especially about the Carambars of the past and the Coco Boer
And the real Roudoudous that cut our lips
And ruined our teeth
And the winning mistrals

To sit on a bench for five minutes with you
And watch the sun go down
To talk to you about the good times that are dead and I don't care
To tell you that the bad guys, it's not us
That if I'm crazy, it's only because of your eyes
Because they have the advantage of being two
And hear your laughter fly as high
As the cries of the birds fly
To finally tell you that you have to love life
And love it even if
Time is a murderer
And takes with it the laughter of children
And the winning mistrals
And the winning mistrals

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