Le sens d'un chez soi de Samuel Zibi
Come on, come on,
Don't be afraid to come home.
Come to my home;
Go up the stairs
To go play
And have fun.
My home is my home.
I love her because there is my mother who has a sweet voice.
A house is a comfort,
When we all love it very much.
I have a blanket that warms me,
Under which I feel safe and sound.
My home affects my heart
And it gives me happiness.
The rain does not affect me,
Because I have a roof.
My house is magnificent;
It is magical
And also magical.
I can laugh there
and I can sleep there.
It is a house,
A dwelling.
It's my treasure: it's
worth more than gold
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