Lovely month of may

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 ...