jardin
Pomme
Garden
In the garden of my childhood
Between the trees and the violence
I found again what soothed my heart
The strawberries, the smell of vacations
Between the dramas and the carefreeness
The stairs that held my fears
Why do I still think about it?
What was better before?
Besides the laughter in a circle
Besides the summer that comforts me
What do I miss so much?
Why do I still think about it so much?
What was better before?
On the rooftops of the south of France
When the wind and water mix
There on the lips of those who speak loudly
Their voices, their laws bother me
That same taste of bitterness always comes back
From the time of dreams that played with death
Why do I still think about it?
What was better before?
Besides the laughter in a circle
Besides the summer that comforts me
What do I miss so much?
Why do I still think about it so much?
What was better before?
I remember everything
I remember everything
I remember everything
I remember
