A bit of felicity
A tendency to laugh
Because everything will be allright
The time tells us it's easier
When you state:
A bit of lemon in the water
Changes the taste, but not the fluid
Life is well spiced, piquant
Life that peeks
That runs like a cornfield

Veni, Vedi, Vici
It's also a possibility
Bit by bit
The bird that builds its nest, nicely soft
Veni, Vedi, Vici
My good star shines, I don't
have mea culpa
I'm there and I love that

A bit of feminity
On a corps-puce of a naughty girl
Languages are facilitating, sworn
Unto the shirt I love Latin

A bit of stuttery
When I tell myself: everything goes to fast
It's like the growing old of mothers, I hear
far away the bells in the city,
Long live the wind