Come, my dear Daniel,
Take my hand and go out the window,
The rosy clouds await us overhead.
Let's slip through that silky color of cotton candy,
Support your bare feet on the purple cloud below
And watch the sun lay down sly and pour
Its crown of golden thorns.
And when the night comes, oh! wistful night !,
Don't belittle my outstretched hand, brother!
Come with me, jump from star to star,
Not from branch to branch.
Don't you see them shining up here?
Rub those small and skeptical eyes.
Let's go without fear, because the night cries out for flying souls
Souls full of soul!
Come on, we have no time to waste.
A tail of a shooting star has just accepted my request for redemption.
She awaits us now, beyond these stars that spill us
Its fine magic dust above.
Let's fill our empty souls with childhood
And go for our rescue
In the tail of that shooting star.
Merci pour la lecture!