L'hiver est mort [English translation]

Here, winter is well settled.

Here, my heart is all numb.

Spring has gone :

four snow horses,

going a muffled amble, make a carousel.

Here is, in the middle of my dream,

here is an image rising :

it is you in a white suit,

bringing back spring

on the fine days

of our love,

showing me the sun outside !

I wake, shouting very loud :

Winter is dead ! Winter is dead !

And I, the Sleeping Beauty,

and I, waiting for spring,

my life will start again with the summer sky,

and the travels, and the travels,

showing me the sun outside !

I wake, shouting very loud :

Winter is dead ! Winter is dead !

Here, you lean on me

and then you kiss me and smile.

Stroke my hair,

It is raining blue minutes.

I go back to sleep.

Winter is dead. Winter is dead.

• Artist:France Gall
• Album:France Gall (1973)