If I wrote the book of my life
I would talk about my friend Madeleine
Whom I saw laughing and crying at the same time
One morning leaving the house me
What she said
I will not forget it
May God bless your house
Madeleine said to me
And I I understood the chance
That heaven had given me
To be born where caresses smell good
If I have to travel the world
My steps will take me back
Always on the paths of my home
That's where I grew up
There that I was loved ©
There I ran
There I sang
The smell of wood fire
The warmth of good bread
br/>My god my god
If I wrote the book of my life
It would open with the heart
Of those who love me
All those who also want to do
By getting up every day
A world where caresses smell good
Those who are in my prayers
And all those who 'will wait
Always on the paths to my house
On the paths to my house
On the paths to my house
On the paths to my house
On the paths of my house
On the paths of my house
On the paths of my house
On the paths of my house
On the paths of my house

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