When the blossom is on the avenue of marronier I'll come to visit you In the courtyard of that high-ceilinged building like a curch Aged wine slumbers We'll take it in our hands And then you'll notice Placed to one side Made from chestnuts Japanese sweets, simple, the colour of tea Around the stove Drying clothes dirty from the long journey That hardhearted, kindly woman Washed them for me No moon to be seen No moon to be seen But already we ourselves Are become a great shining ma**