Mistral gagnant [English translation]

Oh to sit on a bench for five minutes with you

And look at the people as plenty as there are

To talk to you about the good times that are dead or will be back

Holding tight your little fingers in my hand

Then feed some idiot pigeons

And pretend to kick them

And hear your laughter that cracks the walls

That most of all knows how to heal my wounds

To tell you a little how I was as a kiddo

The fabulous candies we stole at the store

Car-en-sac and Minto, one franc toffee

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Oh to walk again under the rain for five minutes with you

And watch life as plenty as there is

To tell you about the Earth eating you with my eyes

To talk to you about your mom a little

And jump in the puddles to make her grumble

Ruin our shoes and giggle

And hear your laughter as sea can be heard

Stop, roll back

And tell you most of all about old times Carambars and Coco Boers

And the real Roudoudous that cut our lips

And damaged our teeth

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Oh to sit on a bench for five minutes with you

And watch the sun leave

To talk to you about the good times that are dead and I don't care

To tell you that the meanies, it's not us

That if I'm crazy, it's only about your eyes

Because they have the advantage of being two

And hear your laughter fly as high

As birds calls fly

To tell you finally that you have to love life

Love it even if time is a murderer

And takes away in its course kids' laughters

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And Mistral Gagnants