Douce Hirondelle [English translation]

A swallow on my shoulder, is singing to me the tune of the autumn

And even if winter forgives me, it wilted my shield of roses

With motionless looks and invisible moves

I stay sit against the wind, I walk free on the spring

Rain, wind and storms won't tarnish my courage

War games next to me, a sweet stream to calm me

A few words on a sheet of bronze, a few strangers will talk to me

Like a solitary soldier, freezed in stone forever