Novembre — Valentine
 [bad word] on, rag-doll ballerina,
Return in your theatre made of tin.
Do not forget one day you'll fly,
The doors of the theatre open wide.

The wind shakes your beautiful hair in this morning in Paris.
I try to get closer to you with tears in the eyes.
And then a myriad glints of rain in this old picture of your smile.
Look at that seagull in the sky, it's my Valentine.