The snow pearled the sky and slowly it melted drop by drop A rainbow of eight colours was hanging in the sky Offered by the gods for the new season Under a cleaned sky, as far as its blue bark The mural notches bustled up like bursting scales The hollow of the valleys swallowed the shade of burning winds A lemon clearness shouted out the reunion of the moon and the sun Breaking idols of the fading stars The tree had no birds, no dead leaves, just flowers and fruits ! There was no day, no night, just a lemon clearness fareaway, the horizon was slowly wearing Separated by the sea, a rock and a tree were tearing up another horizon It was the beginning of the fifth season
Seated on the stairs of the church a man was left in the lurch His barrel organ played 'Jester', a tune of the seventies A little boy wasn’t laughing he just stayed there and said nothing With his little merry-go-round that he made turn on the ground
He really knew it was not a dream And while tasting a blu ice cream
Without having a good grouse With his other mouth he cried 'Mother I want another' It ‘s strange but the boy was me When the seasons where only four !
The moon and the sun were shining in the sky Offered by the gods for the fifth season