Les matins d'hiver [English translation]

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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