He spent four seasons
behind the walls of a prison.
Me, I waited for Manuel.
I saw my garden blooming again
and I counted every morning
that would bring back to me Manuel.
I took the same train a hundred times
to exchange in front of a guard
words of love that could say little.
I could read in his eyes
tears hidden as best he could.
It is hard to watch a grown man cry.
The door opens on freedom.
Even the rain changes nothing.
It is nice out this morning.
It took virtually nothing
to divert his destiny
down the wrong path, Manuel.
For a mistake of his youth,
he has cut into his youth.
Can he forget that, Manuel?
He sometimes imagined the worst.
Me, I forced myself to smile
as a way to restore his confidence.
I said, "Don't worry,
John Francis will recognize you."
I spoke to him often about his father.
The door opens on freedom.
Even the rain changes nothing.
It is nice out this morning.
He spent four seasons
behind the walls of a prison.
Me, I waited for Manuel.
It's today that he returns to me.
I am going to wait for the last train
that will bring back to me Manuel.
I cut fresh flowers this morning.
I put on the satin dress
since it's the one he likes.
There he is now coming home.
Me, I will believe that he will stay on the right path.
Tonight, I dine with Manuel.