My red balloon

Cheers
In the blue of the evening
Cheers
We drink Pomerol or Pommard
I cheer
On the shores of the Loire
Cheers
Where I have lost all hope
Cheers
Tastes I have forgotten
The melancholy
Of a faded widow
The wine
Strokes my palate
Cheers
I clink on your health
Think about
Us, the enjoyers of life
Warm milk, cinnamon and clear water
Now we drink every evening
A nectarine
With a bitter taste
Cheers
The heavens become heavy
Cheers
Too much Saint-amour
Sadness
At the light of the bar
Cheers
To you, my red balloon