Nous n'irons pas [English translation]

And if love is at war

I won't go, I won't go

To pick the flower in the depths of the woodlands

And if love is at war

We won't go, we won't go

To pick the flower in the depths of the woodlands

Maybe the soil is fertile over there

To pick passionate love

And maybe the air is fragile over there

To steal thrilling love

Just like we were standing at the end of a hallway

Just like our eyes wouldn't open

Now that night has come

Who knows where we'll go?

One thing is sure, I won't go

To pick the flower in the depths of the woodlands

One thing is sure, we won't go

To pick the flower in the depths of the woodlands

And I don't mind suffering

If it means I get to taste your smiles

And I don't mind dying

If it means the worse will go away

Just like we were standing at the end of a hallway

Just like our eyes wouldn't open

Now that night has come

Who knows where we'll go?

One thing is sure, I won't go

To pick the flower in the depths of the woodlands

One thing is sure, we won't go

To pick the flower in the depths of the woodlands

• Artist:Pierre Lapointe
• Album:La forêt des mal-aimés