In the winter, we shall travel in a little pink railway carriage
With blue cushions
We shall be comfortable. A nest of mad kisses lies in wait
In each soft corner
You will close your eyes, so as not to see, through the gla**
The evening shadows pulling faces
Those snarling monsters, a population
Of black devils and black wolves
Then you'll feel your cheek scratched...
A little kiss, like a crazy spider
Will run round your neck...
And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head
- And we'll take a long time to find that creature
- Which travels a lot...