To sit on bench for 5 minutes alongside you,
To watch people as they go by,
To talk with you of good time that have gone or will comeback holding your hand and feeling your little fingers,
Giving food to idiotic pigeons
And faking kicks for fun,
To listen to laugh that cracks up the walls
But really heals my wounds,
To tell you how I was as a kid,
The wonderful sweets that we stole from the shop,
Car-en-Sac and Mints, one franc caramels,
and the Mistral Gagnants. (Mistral Gagnants being a type of sweets.)
To walk under the rain 5 minutes alongside you,
To watch life as it goes by,
To tell you about earth as my eyes devour you,
To talk about your mother a little,
And jumping in puddles to get her annoyed,
Ruining our shoes and laughing,
To hear your laugh as the sea's sound,
To stop and turn around,
Te tell you about past Carambars et the Coco Bohères,
The real Roudoudous that cut our lips,
And ruined our teeth,
And the Mistral Gagnants. (Roudoudous, Carambars and Coco Bohères are all sweets.)
To sit on a bench 5 minutes alongside you,
And to watch the sun as it leaves,
To talk about the good times that are gone and I don't care,
To tell you that the bad guys aren't us,
That if I am crazy it is only because of your eyes,
And they benefit from being two,
To hear your laugh rise up so high,
That away the bird's cry flies,
To tell you to love life,
Love it even if, time is a murderer,
That takes away children's laugter,
And the Mistral Gagnants,
And the Mistral Gagnants.