Mon pays

My country is not a country, it's winter
My garden is not a garden, it's the plain
My path is not a path, it's the snow
My country is not a country, it's winter
In the white ceremony
Where the snow marries the wind
In this land of snowstorms
My father built a house
And I will be faithful
In his way, in his model
The guest room will be such
That people will come from other seasons
To build next to it
My country is not a country, it's winter
My refrain is not a refrain, it's a gust
My house is not my house, it's cold
My country is not a country, it's winter
From my great lonely country
I shout before being silent
To all the men on earth
My house is your house
Between my four walls of ice
I put my time and my space
Preparing the fire, the place
For the humans of the horizon
And humans are of my race
My country is not a country, it's winter
My garden is not a garden, it's the plain
My path is not a path, it's the snow
My country is not a country, it's winter
My country is not a country, it's the opposite
Of a country that was neither a country nor a homeland
My song is not a song, it's my life
It's for you that I want to spend my winters