L'important, c'est la rose [English translation]

You who walk in the wind

Alone in the too-big city

With the gentle boredom

of passing

You who she let go of

To run towards other moons

To run from other destinies

The important thing...

The important thing

Is the rose

The important thing

Is the rose

The important thing

Is the rose

Believe me...

You who look for a little money

To get you through the week

In the town, you walk

Your swinging

stuntman, sun going to sleep,

You pass in front of banks,

If you are nothing but an acrobat,

The important thing

Is the rose

The important thing

Is the rose

The important thing

Is the rose

Believe me...

You, little one, who your parents

left alone on earth

Little bird without light

Without spring

In your jacket of white cloth

It's cold like in La Bohème

You have a heart like in Lent

And however...

The important thing

Is the rose

The important thing

Is the rose

The important thing

Is the rose

Believe me...

You for whom, giving giving,

I sang these few lines

As if to give you a sign

in passing

Say in your turn now

That life has no importance

Except for a flower that dances

on top of time...

The important thing

Is the rose

The important thing

Is the rose

The important thing

Is the rose

Believe me...

The important thing

Is the rose

The important thing

Is the rose

The important thing

Is the rose

Believe me...

• Artist:Gilbert Bécaud
• Album:CD Single