Mistral gagnant [English translation]

To sit on a bank for five minutes with you

And watch the people, if there are any

Talk of the good times, which are dead or will come back

Holding your little fingers in my hand

To feed the idiotic pigeons

To kick them for a joke

And to hear your laugh, which cracks the walls

Which knows how to heal my wounds

To tell you about when I was little

The fabulous sweets that we pinched from the shopkeeper

Car-en-sac and Minto, caramel at one franc

And the mistral gagnants

To walk back in the rain for five minutes with you

And watch the life, if there is any

To speak to you of the Earth, while looking at you intensely

To speak to you a little bit about your mother

And to jump in puddles to make her moan

To wreck our shoes and have a good laugh

And to hear your laugh as one hears the sea

Stopping, starting again behind

To tell you above all of the carambars of long ago, and the coco boheres

And the real roudoudous which cut our lips

And ruined our teeth

And the mistral gagnants

To sit on a bank for five minutes with you

And to watch the setting sun

Talk of the good times, which are dead and I don't care

To tell you that we are not the evil ones

That if I am crazy, it's not only your eyes

Because they have the advantage of being two

And to hear your laugh flying as high

As the cries of birds fly

To finally tell you that you must love life

And love it even if time is an assassin

And takes with it the laughs of children

And the mistral gagnants

And the mistral gagnants