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There are markets throughout Provence
Who smell, in the morning, the sea and the South
Scents of fennel, melons and celery
With here and there, a few kids dancing
Traveler of the night, me who is full of them
Have crossed countries that I did not see
I look forward to daybreak to find on my steps
This amazed world that laughs and calls to each other
Morning at the market
Here is a hundred francs of garrigue thyme
A peu of safran and a kilo of figues
Would you like a nice platter of peaches?
Or apricots?
Here is the tarragon and the beautiful shallot
The pretty fish of Marie-Charlotte
Would you like a bouquet of lavender?
Or a few carnations?
And above all that, we give you a New Year
The accent that wanders and never ends
But there are, throughout the markets of Provence
So many pretty girls, so many pretty girls
That among fennels, melons and celery
From time to time I have a few ideas that dance
Traveler of the night, me who is full of them
I met looks that I didn't see
I look forward to daybreak to find on my steps
These girls of the sun who laugh and who call me
Morning at the market
Here is a hundred francs of garrigue thyme
A peu of safran and a kilo of figues
Would you like a nice platter of peaches?
Or apricots?
Here is the tarragon and the beautiful shallot
The pretty fish of Marie-Charlotte
Would you like a bouquet of lavender?
Or a few carnations?
And above all that, we give you a New Year
The accent that wanders and never ends
Ah the beautiful poutina, ah the beautiful poutina
She beauties, she lives
At, at, at
Ah the beautiful poutina
At, at, at
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