I have the sweetness
Of spring that is coming
Without a sound
Like a heady perfume
Open your eyes
Clever children
And lovers
Innocents
I have insolence
Indian summers
Blood red
The on the tips of my lips
I ignite with nothing
So I blow
On the embers
I have never had the age of reason
I have always had the age of the seasons
After the rain comes the good weather
That's why I wait for you
My solitude
Walk with the autumn
Along the streets
In the deserted gardens
When I see clearly
That I no longer have anyone
To whom to give
My dried flowers
I have never been old enough for reason
I have always been old enough for the seasons
After the rain comes the good weather
That's why, I'm waiting for you
How cold it is
This winter without you
The flakes
Sliding on my white hair
Memories pass
In front of my wood fire
But I wait
Spring