En voyage, we stop, we get out of the car; Then between two houses we go on to adventure, Horses, the road and dizzy whips, The eye tired of seeing and the body numb.
And suddenly, silent and green, a wet valley and covered lilacs, a stream that murmurs between poplars, - And the road and the noise are quickly forgotten!
We lie down in the grass and listen to ourselves live, From the smell of green hay at leisure we get drunk, And without thinking of anything we look at the heavens¿ Alas! a voice cries out: ¿In the car, gentlemen!¿
