There is a place that filled my heart,
When I think to it I feel me hurt.
My love for Cezember
Is higher than a hill
And deeper than the sea in December
I'm dreaming of eating a delicious yellow peach
On the beautiful beach,
And sailing on the sea.
I would feel me free.
I would be so happy
If I saw the pitoresque landscape
Of the Brittany.
I wish I could smell again one day,
The sented grass and perfumed flowers in May.
I'd love to watch the sun going down
Before we sail back to town.
I miss this magical place
I think to it each night and day.
But I know I will go back to Cezember
One day in May.
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