Recall the Riviera 

My wonders at the Riviera

Are known to be plethoric,

Like my dreams as euphoric 

As the sotries at the temple of Hera.

But I miss my summer, 

Warm, sad and nostalgic

But I know it's unique

So I'll write her a letter. 

Call me later, be fast

Don't flee or be a runner 

I know, I'll be there, but later

You will not remain my last ! 

Please, tell me all about 

Your days at the Riviera, 

One day, we'll die in California.

We will, without any doubt,

Become unfaithul lovers

You'll cheat on the moon 

And we'll be gone before noon 

We will be young and proud liars.

They made me worship their god

But in their eyes I'm a disbeliever

I put my belief in my summer

It felt joyous, rather good but still odd ! 

So don't forget, the Riviera,

Come back to my mind again, 

Let's create summers, a plethora 

Of lies and complaints about our pain.