Une histoire de plage [English translation]

A beach story

Mixed with sand and water

In a seashell

The sail of a boat

Which swayed

On the edge of the sun

By carrying, who knows

Our illusions, born of yesterday

I too often went shipwreck

For not being able to say

Well, what had to be said

With new words

The sea I'm offering you

For your travels

I know waves

That roll gently

A String of Seaweed

Clouds were growing

That play the colours

And paint the music

And arrange the flowers

Into an aquatic casino

I give you the ocean

The races with the wind

That we ran together

What we did together

Hoping that love

Would be offshore

A beach story

Mixed with sand and water

In a seashell

The sail of a boat

Which swayed

On the edge of the sun