Ode to Corsavy

Corsavy, Corsavy, Corsavy, my Love,
I’m crying for you, Corsavy
And from the bottom of my heart, my tears are flowing out.
If I’m in a foreign land,
I’ll never forget you
And with time and a walking stick perhaps,
I’ll be back to my beloved Corsavy.

I saw the beach in Canet,
I’ve been under the sun in Barcarès,
Argelès too, Racou’s beach,
Port-Vendres and Banyuls,
But neither Le Boulou’s casino, nor Font-Romeu
or Lydia have made me forget about a Catalan village,
The most beautiful village in the world.

Corsavy, Corsavy, Corsavy, my Love,
I’m crying for you, Corsavy
And from the bottom of my heart, my tears are flowing out.
I could never forget you.
The birds chirping,
And the warm breathing of the veals,
When I was in my beloved Corsavy.

The Fou is strolling around,
Yesterday, tomorrow like today,
The girls are partying, and are showing their buttocks!
In my beloved Corsavy

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