The picture de la France
roads were walked
lollipops were smiled

The fields of greens and yellow straw
gave ‘selves up to a breeze
that was not a breeze

The abandoned lawns, old military tent
how come they've become
a shelter for the hearts and hand

The painting of such vivid colours
a smell of french cousine
make the memories a lucid dream

The french flair - a mere coulisse
Où nous avons fixé un mur
et nous avons fait l'amour

Maite zaitut