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Ca sent bon le sud (The taste of the south)

from Carte de visite by Jefferson Noizet

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At the banks of the river
Where I swam as a child
Hovers my grandpa’s shadow
Crowned with white hairs
It has the taste of the south
The garlic bread of the poor people
It has the taste of the south
And white pebbly roads

At the banks of the river
When the spring comes around
Daffodils, primroses
And blood red tulips
It has the taste of the south
Syringas, white lilacs
It has the taste of the south
And white pebbly roads

In the barn where the hay’s piled up
Are Betty’s radiant breasts
Like two flowers I picked up and embraced
For the first time.
It has the taste of love
And kissing by the river-stream
It has the taste of love
And the sorrows of youth

At the banks of the river
Where I swam as a child
Hovers my grandma’s shadow
Soaking her white linen sheets
It has the taste of the south
The garlic bread of the poor people
It has the taste of the south
And white pebbly roads
© 2010 Sacem

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from Carte de visite, released May 1, 2010

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