Faiseurs de mondes [English translation]

Your ageless eyes

Are penetrating mirrors,

Shaping and beautifying the world

By their reflection.

The edge of the woods, far away

Becomes a moving temple, iridescent,

Celebrating the birth of spring.

And these immense mountains,

Wanting to join the heavens,

Whirling

Above out heads.

This reality around us,

Is the one you have chosen

And your dreams cover our sphere

With an ideal painting,

Unfolding in the light of your eyes,

At the sound of your voice.