When the weather is nice
I remember that old song
At the first dawn of years when we bordions
A light wind child 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 seductive we esquisson s O O poetry lives
Melodious evening after unison lyrics
Mingle our eyes taped splinters, parables
Days, years celebrating the height of the peaks, finally see
The ardor rhymes ourselves irradiated morning
In that distant ages and endless is rec O slow to infinity
This same song in the distance of our love of life