White lillies beneath a crystal blue sky
Walks underneath snowflakes shapped like stars
Maples in the coulors of a fatal passion
I've not forgotten anything
I'm remembering
The smell of a wood like a lake that has been unveiled
Reflections of a big fire on our pale faces
A bright light through night of nothern lights
I've not forgotten anything
I'm remembering
I love your poems, your heart, your freedom
You are the only piece of ground
Where my heart can find rest
An accent whose secrets remain unknown
A French that dives into forgotten words
A way of singing that cannot be imitated
I've not forgotten anything
I'm remembering
I love your blasphemy, your faith, your dignity
You are like an island
That one cannot leave
Landscapes that mix up with more than perfect pictures
That nature will never paint again
The impression of being in the garden of peace
I've not forgotten anything
And I will return