We were going to Auvergne   
pick the blueberries.    

We were going to Auvergne   
helping grandparents on the farm.      

On allait en Auvergne
retrouver les cousins.      

On allait en Auvergne
faire du vélo.      
  
 our victory   
 the train past Neussargues   
 was arriving by planeze   
 exposed west wind.    
  
 We were dancing   
 emerging from the rustling nights of birches   
 at the table let's shiver   
 of freshness with half-closed eyes.     
 
 Passes the windy voice of the attic   
 through the fenestron of coarse clogged canvas   
 pass the years   
 in Riquette's eyes.   
   
 bad shots   
 were brought to us   
 shadow organists   
 grumbling about so much rain against the glass.   
   
 Of gold on the cob   
 poppies in daisies   
 race between meadows   
 towards the main road of La Roussière.    
  
 Get up from the fall   
 a smile on the lips   
 knock knock   
 at the door to the barou.  
    
 heavy tears   
 the hens are cackling   
 before the stone seat   
 the clide is well closed.    
  
 Let's put away the boxes of Coco   
 let's be right on the edge of the dream   
 we of the ash and linden brothers  
 lovers of oblivion.   

   
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