l’été où je suis devenue jolie


I am not talking about myself 

As there is nothing very pretty about me 

My subject is the huge beach near my home


I last saw it on a cold winters day 

And there was nothing remotely beautiful 

About the course wastelands that greeted me  


I have just returned from my lovely beach 

With the hot sun high in the sky

This was the day that she turned pretty