I remember those winter mornings
In the dark and icy night
When I walked next to my brother
On the way to school,
When our limbs, still completly numbed
With sleep, shivering under the assaults of the wind,
We were fighting with snowballs,
Laughing.
We arrived in the classroom
Where the teacher separated us.
Every day we found our place again
And we could no longer talk to each other.
Then lulled by the waves of soft warmth
That the old stove gave us
Our minds escaped meeting elsewhere
Towards beaches.
Where the weather is always good, where every day is warm.
Where you spend your life playing
Without thinking about school, in complete freedom,
To dream.
Where the weather is always good, where every day is warm.
Where you spend your life playing
Without thinking about school, in complete freedom,
To dream.
I remember the bland and warm smell
of our snug and cosy classroom,
The first pale glimmers of dawn
Through the frosted windows.
I see tender eyes and sad faces again.
Those were listening around me
And during the courses in my corner, I dreamt
About islands.
Where the weather is always good, where every day is warm.
Where you spend your life playing,
Without thinking about school, in complete freedom,
To dream.
Where the weather is always good, where every day is warm.
Where you spend your life playing,
Without thinking about school, in complete freedom,
To dream.
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