Au parc Monceau

At Parc Monceau
Between the gates and the arches
The well-behaved children have hoops
Along the water
Hidden in the reeds
One can hear the birds chirping
Parc Monceau
A small piece of my story
The old man of the swings
The black swans
The city
Was at the other end of the world
Between the lake and the Rotunda...
At Parc Monceau
Between the gates and the arches
The history lessons were a good excuse
Near the metro
She waited for me without saying a word
I took her hand like a gift
Parc Monceau
First kiss of my story
On one of the benches of a dark alley
A little hope
The fear
The crazy desire to forget the time
My hand resting against her heart...
At Parc Monceau
Between the gates and the arches
Happiness cradled us
For our sixteen years
The pyramid and its thousand years
Had hidden us from passersby
A park in France
A small piece of my childhood
Where I found adolescence
A lucky day
A square
Safely tucked away in my memory
When I go back there by chance...
At Parc Monceau
Between the gates and the arches
Between the guards and the prams
At Parc Monceau
Between the flowers and the sparrows
The history lessons were a good excuse...