Mistral Gagnant

Ah, sitting on a bench five minutes with you
And watching people as long as they're around
Talking about the good times that are dead or will come back
While holding your little fingers in my hand

And feeding stupid pigeons
Kicking them playfully
And hearing your laughter that cracks the walls
That knows how to heal my wounds

Telling you a bit about how I was, kiddo
The fabulous candies we stole from the store
Car-en-sac and Minthos, caramels for a franc
And the winning Mistrals

Ah, walking in the rain five minutes with you
And watching life as long as it lasts
Telling you about the Earth while devouring you with my eyes
Talking a little about your mother

And jumping in puddles to annoy her
Ruining our shoes and laughing
And hearing your laughter like the sound of the sea
Stopping, going back

Telling you especially about the old Carambars
And the coco-boërs and the real roudoudous
That cut our lips and messed up our teeth
And the winning Mistrals

Ah, sitting on a bench five minutes with you
Watching the sun setting
Talking about the good times that are dead and I don't care
Telling you that the villains are not us

That if I'm crazy it's only in your eyes
Because they have the advantage of being two
And hearing your laughter fly as high
As the cries of the birds

Finally telling you that you have to love life
And love it even if time is a killer
And takes away the laughter of children
And the winning Mistrals

And the winning Mistrals