My village in Ariège
O Ariège cradle of my tender years,
Land of my roots at the gates of the South,
You are the soul and freshness of the Pyrenees,
You are such an isard peering into paradise.
Irresistible you are a watercolor,
Where flow thy torrents of pure natural water,
Carried away by the charm of your country,
For me you are the star of the Pyrenees.
I greet you Les Bordes sur Arize d'amour,
My sweet village with local accents,
You who have always nourished my heart,
Like a friend, I come back to see you.
I love your streets with the scents of yesteryear,
Strides formerly by needy people,
Your ancestral walls are alive,
Body outraged but oh so precious.
Your slopes carved in terraces,
Formerly the Eden of fruit trees,
Make you a beautiful scenery full of grace,
Where you break at their feet without even tearing.
L’ARIÉ….JOIE