Les vieux souvenirs.

L’hiver lointenne

L’ arbres généalogiques.

Quand a la lumière,

Les histoires lointaines ce ressemblent

Nos coeurs aussi ce ressemblent-Et,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Tout au bout de la lune,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         il existe des oiseaux partagés,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         comme famille.  Ils s’embrassent,

et il se comprennent.