Les mistrals gagnants lara fabian biography

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