Lycée George-Sand La Châtre

Summertime is coming

With all its joys and charms

The sun is showering

Warm caresses on bare arms.

No longer a young girl but soon a woman

She is waiting, waiting... for the summer to end,

 slightly afraid to feel 

The sweetness in the air.

Yet she tries, and to look good,

steps outside to confront this light which she fears.

She has put on her best dress,

And wears her hat like a tiara.

The door is open. She has surrendered

To this beautiful enemy.

Timidly, the pretty woman

Looks him into the eyes.