Une saison de trop [English translation]

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