Mistral Gagnant [English translation]

They say that souls wait around before returning to earth

That's what they say

Sometimes I think of this child of mine which is not yet here

And whom I am waiting for

And I am so afraid for it

Ah to sit down on a bench for five minutes with you

And watch all the people, Such as there are.

Talk to you of the good time Which is dead or which'll come back

Squeezing within my hand your little fingers

Then give something to eat to idiotic pigeons

Aim a few kicks at them in pretend

To hear your laughter which splits cracks in the walls

Which can cure above all wounds that I've had.

To tell you for a while how I once was: “Mino

The Fabulous Bombecs” , Which we used to pinch from the shop.

“Car en Sac” and “Minto caramels” for one franc

And the “Mistrals” that win a prize.

To walk in the rain for five minutes with you

And watch life go past Such as there is.

To tell you tales of the earth feasting my eyes on you

Speak to you of your mum a little while

Of jumping in puddles to make her grumble-

Ruining our shoes and having fun.

And to hear your laughter as one hears the sea

Stopping then starting off on the way back.

To tell of above all the “Carambars” of times past

And the “Coco- boërs » and the real “Roudoudous”

Which used to cut our lips and chipped our teeth enamel

And the “Mistrals” that win a prize.

Ah to sit on a bench for five minutes with you

Watching the sun going down

Talk to you of a good time which is dead and I don’t care

To tell you those in the wrong that wasn’t us.

That if I am crazy it’s only for your eyes

For they have the advantage of coming in twos

And hearing your laughter flying up as high

As fly up the cries of the birds

To tell you in the end that you need to love life

And love it even if time is a great killer

And takes off with him the laughter of children

And the “Mistrals” that win a prize.

And the “Mistrals” that win a prize.

• Artist:Lara Fabian