Chanson De Solange

I was coming back from school and dragging Boubou
Who stomped, cursed, swore like a thug
In the middle of the street, he throws a tantrum
And throws his backpack into the filth!

Here I am on my knees surrounded by bikes
Looking for notebooks, pencils, pens
Scattered here and there when a friendly voice
Makes me look up at an adorable guy!

Like an exhilarating breath, his voice in my ear
Sings, hums, and plays like a swarm of bees
I meet his gaze and his gaze sizes me up
I am amazed
Then I remain speechless

Me, as I like them, an intelligent air
An uncertain smile, a few silver strands
In a shepherd's or poet's hair
A sublime concerto bursts in my head!

His gentle gaze opposes mine for a long time
Both bewitched by an enchantment
Boubou still waits, cars, bikes pass by
And time, slowly
Perpetuates our idyll

But I have to leave and my heart resigns itself
Because my handsome stranger signals the departure
He stands up and his emotional voice tells me upfront
Your outfit, did you know, surpasses
That was all

Is he near, is he far, is he in Rochefort?
I will find him, because I know he exists
More than reason, the heart is the strongest
To his order, to his law, no one resists
And I will not resist