Sitting on a bench for five minutes with you
And watching people while there's some
Talking about the good times that're dead or that'll be back
While squeezing your little fingers in my hand
Then feeding stupid pigeons
Giving them pretend kicks
And hearing your laugh that cracks the walls
That above all heals my wounds
Telling you a bit how I was, kid
The fabulous candies we swiped from the shopkeeper
Car-en-sac and Mintho caramels for one franc
Walking in the rain for five minutes with you
And watching life while there's still some
Telling you about the world while devouring you with my eyes
Talking about your mom a bit
And jumping in puddles to make her grumble
Trashing our shoes and laughing
And hearing your laugh like hearing the sea
Stopping, then going back again
Telling you mostly about the old Carambars and the coco-boers
And the real roudoudous that cut our lips
And f*cked up our teeth
Sitting on a bench for five minutes with you
Watching the sun slip away
Talking about the good times that're dead and I don't care
Telling you the bad guys aren't us
That if I'm nuts it's only 'cause of your eyes
Because they've got the advantage of being two
And hearing your laugh soar just as high
As the birds' cries soar
Telling you at last we gotta love life and love it even if
Time's a killer and takes with it
Kids' laughs and the Mistral gagnants