One to one They are going up, The stone staircase steps, From the street Miguel saint André They climb together To their playground Who finds it out, At the exit of their village, Or a flat space and herbs, Allow them to play; To their favorite flash...

With its African fabric, On his little head, And her little Oriental yellow complexion Is she not beautiful? Ma Elyse. His cheeks, His smile, His big eyes... She delights me. I like his voice too. She is my source of happiness, My joy... My little girl,...