Les pianos du paradis [English translation]

Raindrops

are the pianos of paradise—

a blond angel told me so—

musical notes that flow

the length of rainbows

and transform trees into umbrellas.

Each cloud has the face

of a crying baby

and I take the turns

at eighty an hour.

I am driving to see you

and the highway is a mirror

that extends from Marseille to Paris.

Your image that passes by

has fun with my windshield wipers

on the pianos of paradise.

Raindrops

are the pianos of paradise—

a blond angel told me so—

musical notes that flow

the length of rainbows

and transform trees into umbrellas.

Names of cities march by

at this speed

in a fog of light rain

that dances around me.

I am driving to see you

and the highway is a mirror.

In an hour I will be in Paris

on the Champs-Élysées.

We will go for a walk

on the pianos of paradise.

And the sky with a big heart

pours down on our hats

all of the pianos of paradise.