Mistral Gagnant [English translation]

People say that souls wait before returning to earth

People say that

Sometimes I think about that child of mine who isn't here yet

And that I'm waiting for

And I'm so worried for him

Sitting on a bench for five minutes with you

And watching people when they’re passing

Talking to you about good times that are gone or will return

While holding your little fingers in my hand

Then feeding some silly pigeons

Giving them some pretend kicks

And hearing your laugh which cracks the walls

Which knows above all how to heal my wounds

Telling you a little about when I was young

The amazing sweets that we nicked from the shopkeeper

Car-en-Sac and Minto, toffee for a franc

And the Mistral Gagnants

Walking again in the rain for five minutes with you

And watching life as it goes by

Telling you about the Earth whilst gazing at you adoringly

Talking to you a little bit about your mother

And jumping in puddles to make her grumble

Ruining our shoes and having a good laugh

And hearing your laugh like hearing the sea

Stopping and setting off again backwards

Telling you all about the Carambars of yesteryear & the Coco Boers

And the real Roudoudous which cut our lips

And buggered our teeth

And the Mistral Gagnants

Sitting on a bench for five minutes with you.

Watching the sun fade away

Talking to you about the good times that are gone and I don’t care

Saying to you that the baddies, they’re not us

That if I am crazy, it’s only about your eyes

As they have the advantage of being two

And hearing your laughter fly away as high

As bird calls do

Telling you lastly that you must love life

And love it even if time is a murderer

And takes away with him the children’s laughs

And the Mistral Gagnants

And the Mistral Gagnants

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