She left only an eyelash
On her cheek, and it's so that he
Sees her once again
As she squinted her eyes
He guessed her wish
It's the same every time
A voyage
And balloons on the shore
A rake, a shovel and a bucket
And a child on her back
As he struggles
To give a prince to the queen
The beauty leaves the castle
She'll take off soon
As he didn't dare to tell her
Everything ends in a sigh
It's the same every time
And as he had to gesture
It is for the remaining one
Who will slip between his fingers
And she flies
Towards a romance, an exile
Always looking for rest
A child on her back
She travels
Will he dare to step away
Her corsair or her hidalgo
That she'll love soon
That life forgives him
Towards the end of fall
Of following birds
And of sowing men
To fear, in short
A season of too much
The strokes awaken
Under the storm and the showers
When the good weather returns
She'll find again the son
And spring on her isle
That another will share
She is traveling
And the cries of the children on the shore
Will end finally in echoes
A child on her back
Time passes
The wind shivers
Winter threatens
But her corsair, her hidalgo
Will arrive soon
That life forgives him
Towards the end of fall
Of following birds
And of sowing men
To fear, in short,
A season of too much