Many of my friends have come from the clouds
With sun and rain as simple luggage
They have 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 hearts, is engraved an infinite tenderness
But sometimes, in their eyes, slips
The sadness

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

You can go back 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 from you

As we do not know what life gives us
It may be that in my 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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