Between the purple and blue Woods,
From blue-gray hillsides to blue-gray hillsides,
Green grassland,
Green grassland, flowing on the grassland.
-Fresh smoke like emulsion ...
Ah, when dawn wears white clothes,
How fresh the fields are!
Listen,
Yellow light,
Trembling in the last few hours on the pole.
Look!
1932 1 25th of the month
On the way from Paris to Marseilles