Bras dessus bras dessous [English translation]

Happy as two sparrows on the same branch—

happy as lovers at a Sunday dance—

happy as two schoolboys on a day of vacation—

Every day that God makes, our joys begin anew

and when we are in love, our love smells good

like a sheet dried in winds of lavender—

tasty as fruit sampled in the winds of the harvest—

and as long as it lasts, that’s how long we will stroll

Your arm in my arm, on our bare arms—

your arm in my arm, cheek to cheek—

we could not ask for more.

Happy as two sparrows on the same branch—

happy as lovers at a Sunday dance—

happy as two schoolboys on a day of vacation—

Every day that God makes, our joys begin anew

and when we love each other, our love smells good

like a sheet dried in winds of lavender—

good as fruit crushed in the winds of the harvest.

When we reach one hundred years old, we will both feel like twenty

Your arm in my arm, aching all over—

your arm in my arm, cheek to cheek—

we could not ask for more.

• Artist:Dalida