We set off with the dogs in front and the horses behind
In pursuit of a kite from a popular fair
As all windmills say, you have to do but not worry
Trains always arrive on time, Mr. Gatekeeper
At the Flower Basket Inn, a sunny lunch
A glass of rosé, some radishes, the song of the bees
There are sheep in the meadow, clouds in the sky
We've been driving for two and a half hours at a ladybug's pace

Leave the highway
To see the houses, the seasons, the harvests
Of the villages of France
Leave the highway
To see the streams, the birds, the castles
Of childhood years
Leave the highway
To see the rabbits, the paths, the good bread
Of the villages of France
Leave the highway
To see the fountains, the chestnuts, the Verlaine
Of childhood years

It's crazy how pretty a country road can be
It's crazy how kind people are far from the Capital
The nightingales and the marquises sleep under the stars
Here, the music of the cicadas is number one

At the Flower Basket Inn, we meet a poet
Who tells us "I left Paris via National Route 7"
I pluck roses and daisies from Monday to Monday
I invite you to the night ball, come to my planet

Leave the highway
To see the houses, the seasons, the harvests
Of the villages of France
Leave the highway
To see the streams, the birds, the castles
Of childhood years
Leave the highway
To see the rabbits, the paths, the good bread
Of the villages of France
Leave the highway
To see the fountains, the chestnuts, the Verlaine
Of childhood years

Leave the highway
To see the houses, the seasons, the harvests
Of the villages of France
Leave the highway
To see the streams, the birds, the castles
Of childhood years
Leave the highway
To see the rabbits, the paths, the good bread
Of the villages of France
Leave the highway
To see the fountains, the chestnuts, the Verlaine
Of childhood years

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