Ma Mie, stolen off your Spring and Summer abstracted tone,
than your age that suit you both meshui,
this magical season, the most beautiful in my eyes,
In its tragic colors that reveal your heart.
The heaviness of your fruit, if it is touching,
Give your appearance this charm undoubtedly
That alone can offer the third of four
The agonies of the preceding winter.
It sparkles and a thousand colors,
Offering her what she liked best,
tones that she comes in shades cuddly,
From his red bait offered by greed.
Appointed Indian summer north of the Americas, Automne
Outside this house in our green countries,
last only one day to morose,
But will forever in the eyes of the lover ...
Outside my Mie addition, in this season you are, then so be it! Yesterday
this day is over and tomorrow is not!
Give you this day hui which was never,
Because the future is certain, that ended with the word END ...
