Dans le vent [English translation]

For notes come to us

one day, no one knows why.

Through hills and plains,

they fly off into the wandering wind (x2)

The wandering wind (x2)

Inside the heart strolls

a tune the wind put there,

that soothes my sorrow,

takes my melancholy away.

When the night is rough to me

and my torments are back,

I wait alone for a tune

borne by the wind to carry me away.

The wandering wind...

One day, no one knows why.

The wandering wind...

Fly off into the wandering wind (x3)

One day, no one knows why,

often, no one knows why,

through hills and plains,

they fly off into the wandering wind.

For these notes come to us

one day, no one knows why.

Through hills and plains,

they fly off into the wandering wind

(repeat and fade)

• Artist:Laurent Voulzy