Mistral gagnant [English translation]

To sit on a bench, five minutes with you

And look at people pass by endlessly

Talk about old time that's maybe not so far

While squesing in my hand your li'l fingers

And feed stupid pigeons

just as an excuse to scare them

And listen to your lauther

that can crawl walls appart

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 Mistral gagnants

To walk in the rain, five minutes with you

And look at time pass endlessly

Tell you about Earth

Devoring you with my eyes

And remembering of your mother

And jump in the puddles just to drive her mad

To ruin our shoes and for laughs

And of course, those good old carambars and the coco-boers

And those harsh roudoudous

that made us chuck

And spoiled all our theeth

And the Mistral Gagnants

To sit on a bench, five minutes with you

And look at the sun going down

Talk about old times, forever gone away

But I don't care since we ain't the bad guys anyway

And listen to your lauther that goes higher

Than the birds cries do

And finally tell you that we must enjoy life

And love it even if

Time is an assassin that takes with him

the children's laughters

And the Mistrals Gagnants

And the Mistrals Gagnants...