Loin Du Froid de Décembre

Images come back to me
Like the tender memory
Of an old tune
Once in December

I remember it seems to me
The games we used to invent together
I find in a smile
The flame of my memories

I remember it seems to me
The games we used to invent together
I find in a smile
The flame of my memories

And in the distance an echo
Like an ember under the ashes
A whisper in half-words
That my heart wants to understand

An old tune
Far from the December cold