To sit on a bench
Five minutes with you
And watch the people, as long as there are any
Talk to you about the good times
That are dead or will return
While holding your little fingers in my hand

Then feed
Some silly pigeons
Pretend to kick them
And hear your laughter that cracks the walls
Which especially knows how to heal my wounds

Tell you a little
About how I was as a kid
The fabulous candies
We used to steal from the shopkeeper
Car-en-sac and Minto, caramel for one franc
And the winning mistrals

To walk again in the rain
Five minutes with you
And watch life as long as there is any
Tell you about the Earth
While devouring you with my eyes
Talk to you a little about your mother

And jump in the puddles
To make her grumble
Ruin our shoes and laugh
And hear your laughter
Like we hear the sea
Stop, go back

Tell you especially about the Carambars of yesteryear
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
Five minutes with you
Watch the sun go down
Talk to you about the good times
That are dead and I don't care
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 birds fly

Finally tell you
That you have to love life
And love it, even if
Time is a killer
And takes with it
The laughter of children
And the winning mistrals
And the winning mistrals

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