Ce n'est rien [English translation]

It's nothing

You know it well

Time flies

It's nothing

You know it

They (she) go away like boats

And suddenly

It comes back

For a boat sailing away

And coming back

There is a thousand nut shells

On your path

Who sink and that is fine

And that is like a turtledove

And who's flying away swiflty

Taking the duvet

That was your bed

Some day

And it is just a new flower

And going towards hail

Like a small frail raft

On the ocean

It's nothing

You know it well

Time flies

It's nothing

You know it

They (she) go away like boats

And suddenly

It calls back

Like a boat coming home

And suddenly

There is a thousand sirens of joy

On your path

Resounding and that is fine

And that is like a turtledove

And who's flying away swiflty

Taking the duvet

That was your bed

Some day

And it is just a new flower

And going towards hail

Like a small frail raft

On the ocean

It calls back

Like a boat coming home

And suddenly

There is a thousand sirens of joy

On your path

Resounding and that is fine

And it is just a turtledove

Who will fly home swiflty

Bringing back the duvet

That was her nest

Some day

And it is just a new flower

And going towards hail

Like a small frail raft

On the ocean

• Artist:Julien Clerc