Une saint-valentin dans ses bras, 
 où on glisse des mots tout bas, 
 pour dire son amour, 
 qui pour elle durera toujours ... 

 Elle qui a notre coeur, 
 qui sèche nos pleurs, 
 et en cette belle saint-valentin, 
 cet amour ne fait qu'un ... 

 Certains attendent des bébés, 
 et d'autres seulement à s'aimer, 
 certains vont se mariés, 
 et d'autres l'amour fêté .. 

  
 A Strange Poem 

 By the light of the moon, 
 I walked. 
 By the light of the moon, 
 I searched for 
 A poem. 
 And I found what 
 I was looking for. 
 I was inspired by the beautiful moon. 
 Here is the poem: 

 I wait by the light of the moon. 
 I do not know for what or whom I wait. 
 But I wait on the top of a dune. 
 And while I wait, I eat bonbons. 
 The wind murmurs in my ear, 
 "He is coming with a fish." 
 And it's true, for, truly, 
 He carries a grilled 
 Salmon. "My favorite!" I cry. 
 "You are handsome, you are intelligent, a moment. 
 I need to look at the speech 
 I prepared." "A moment," he tells me. 
 "Tell me, what day 
 Is it to-day?" 

 Oh moon, false, false moon, 
 You have not inspired me at all. 
 This is a stupid poem, my horse is brown, 
 And you told me it would be white. 
 You are a stupid liar.