Mistral Gagnant

Ah, sitting on a bench, five minutes with you
And watching people as long as there are
Telling you about the good times that are dead or will come back
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, a kid
The fabulous candies we stole from the store
Car-en-sac and Mintho, caramel for a franc
And the winning Mistral winds

Ah, walking in the rain for five minutes with you
And watching life as long as there is
Telling you about the Earth while devouring you with my eyes
Talking to you a little about your mother
And jumping in puddles to annoy her
Ruining our shoes and laughing
And hearing your laughter like we hear 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 ruined our teeth
And the winning Mistral winds

Ah, sitting on a bench for five minutes with you
And watching the sun go down
Telling you about the good times that are dead and I don't care
Telling you that the bad guys 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 birds fly
Finally telling 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 Mistral winds
And the winning Mistral winds