Mistral gagnant [English translation]

Sitting on a bench with you for five minutes

And looking at every people passing by

Talking to you about the good time that's passed or that will come again.

While squeezing in my hand your little fingers

And then feeding stupid pigeons.

Booting them just to scare them

And listen to your laughter that can crawl walls apart

And especially heal all my wounds

To tell you about what kind of kid I was

Those wonderful candies that we stole at the shop

Liquorice, mints, caramels for one buck

And the winning Mistrals.

Walking in the rain for five minutes with you

And thinking about life passing by until it's still there.

Telling you about Earth, devouring you with my eyes

Talking a little to you about your mother,

Jumping in the puddles just to make her angry,

ruining our shoes and laughing,

And earing your laugh as we ear the sea,

Stopping, going back again,

And above all telling you about the good old carambars and the coco-boers

And those harsh roudoudous that hurt our lips

And spoiled our teeth,

And the winning Mistrals.

Sitting on a bench with you for five minutes

Looking at the sunset,

Talking about old time that has passed by and about which I don't worry at all,

Telling you that we aren't the bad guys anyway,

And that I am only foolish about your eyes,

Because they are both so nice

And listen to your laughter that goes up as high

As the birds' cries do

And finally, telling you that we must enjoy life

And love it even if time is an assassin

that takes with him the children' laughter

And the winning Mistrals

And the winning Mistrals...