Y a le printemps qui chante [Viens à la maison] [English translation]

Say, how long since

You haven't seen a poplar

A flower in the fields?

If you have some troubles

If you want to forget them, there's always a train, a station.

Trade your sky, come see the land

See the sun and the rivers...

Come home, the spring is singing,

Come home, all the birds are waiting for you!

The apple trees are flowering

They'll rock your heart

You who are crying,

Stay in the city no more ...

Come home, the spring is singing,

Come home,all the birds are waiting for you!

Near the great blue lakes

And in the country roads

We'll go together and forget this daydream.

The first morning wind will be your friend

When you'll be seated in the garden

And then the time will pass and you'll tell me

"All my past is already far away"

You'll open a window

Some beautiful morning you'll be born-again.

Oh, come home, the spring is singing,

Come home, all the birds are waiting for you!

The apple trees are flowering

They'll rock your heart

You who are crying

Stay in the city no more ...

Come home, the spring is singing,

Come home, all the birds are waiting for you!

Near the great blue lakes

And in the country paths

We'll go together and forget this sweet dream.

• Artist:Claude François