If I had a time machine
I would stop in may ,
for a coffee on a Saint-Germain terrace ,
I\'ll watch the lovers go by ,
the pigeons fly away ...
I\'ll invent a past ,where my parents
haven\'t yet met on the university benches
and a little rain would cast a cloud over your face...
If had a system for scrolling through the seasons,
I\'ll take you in my arms under a hail of irritating gaz
and we\'d laugh as we undress the street !
Drunk with with the barricaded freedom
of the crumbling old world !
And another that will never be born ...
The flowers of the may pavement have dried up ,
the vacations are over ,under the beach ,
bombs have exploded ,towers have collapsed ,
on the square of dethroned tyrants ,
greenish shadows taken power ...
I drank my coffee at the philosopher\'s bar ,
a old gypsy with Sartre\'s eyes ,plays a violin
of broken illusions ...
Vive la revolution !
It was such a lovely month of may ...