mandolin and birds All our future seemed lost at that time All our future was winter and then the cold Tired eyes, crying too much, suffering too much We were going north, forced to flee We were going to look for the port that would welcome us Caravans of boats, old boats or rafts And exile at every step, ten years already Then it was a miracle, in front of our deserts Many people extended their arms to us, ten years already It was time to let our sun warm us up It was time to let some children get married We found the joy of living again, and now In every neighborhood, you can smell the thyme and the pepper The Auvergnat, in its café, has now taken our accent Caravans of boats, old boats or rafts And the love that will take you away, ten years already The friendship of all men, some of whom sometimes doubt I live it deep inside me, ten years already Caravans of boats, old boats or rafts We made our choice, ten years already There are no more defeats, we are gone forever Today, who wants to dream of us, has a return When we have just spent ten years, day after day Ten years of friendship, sun and love