When the weather is nice
I remember that old song
At the first dawn of years when we bordions
A light wind children huddled under snow
Falling by wonderful flakes in the palm of a hearth
The mountains always go for a walk
The mysterious mountain bathed silence there
Our names keep quiet if they were not my qu'encor '
Sinuous and charming we outline, oh oh poetry lives
Melodious care after unison lyrics
Mingle our eyes taped splinters ? P araboles
Days, years feasting the height of the peaks, finally see
The ardor rhymes ourselves irradiated morning
In that distant ages and endless enlisting to infinity
This same song in the distance of our love of life