Ah, sit on a bench
Five minutes with you
And watch people
As long as there are
Tell you about the good times
What is dead or who will come back
Clasping in my hand
Your little fingers
To give them to eat
To the stupid pigeons
To give them away kicks
For fake
And hear your laughter
Which cracks the walls
Who above all knows how to heal
My wounds
Tell you a little
How I was, mino
The fabulous bombs
That we stole from the merchant
Car en sac and Mintho
Caramels for one franc
And the winning Mistrals
Ah, walking in the rain
Five minutes with you
And looking at life
As long as There are some
Tell you about the Earth
By eating your eyes
Talk to you about your mother
A little bit
And jump in the puddles
To make her laugh
Screw our shoes
And have a laugh
And hear your laugh
Like we hear the sea
Stop, start again
Back
Tell you especially
The Carambars of yesteryear
And the coco-boërs
And the real roudoudous
Who cut our lips
And screwed our teeth
And the winning Mistrals
Ah, sit on a bench
Five minutes with you
Looking at the sun
Which is going away
Telling you about good times
That's dead and I don't care
Telling you that the bad guys
It's not us
That if I'm stupid
It's only in your eyes
Because they have the advantage
To be two
And hear your laugh
Fly so high
Let the cries fly away
Birds
To finally tell you
That you have to love life and love it even if
Time is a killer and takes it with it
Children's laughter and the winning Mistrals
And the winning Mistrals

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