L'oiseau | The Bird |
Je connais les brumes claires La neige blanche et les matins d'hiver. Je voudrais te retrouver Le lièvre blanc qu'on ne voit jamais Mais l'oiseau, l'oiseau s'est envolé Et moi jamais je ne le retrouverai Si jamais je rencontrais Ce bel oiseau qui s'est envolé S'il revient de son voyage Tout près de toi le long du rivage Mais vois-tu, je lui raconterais Combien pour toi je sais qu'il a compté. C'est l'oiseau que tu aimais L'oiseau jaloux, je l'ai deviné S'il revient de son voyage Je lui dirais que tu l'attendais |
I know the pale mists The white snow and winter mornings. I would to find for you again The white hare that we never see But the bird, the bird flew off And I myself will never find it again If I was ever to meet That beautiful bird which flew off If it comes back from its trip Very near to you along the shore But you see, I would tell it How much I know he meant to you. This is the bird that you liked The jealous bird, I worked it out If it comes back from its trip I would tell it that you were waiting for it |