Le temps des fleurs [English translation]

In an Old London pub

where strangers used to meet

our joy spiked voices rose from shadow

and we listened to our singing heart.

It was the time of flowers, we did not know any fear,

The future tasted like honey.

Your arm took my arm,

Your voice followed mine,

We were young and we believed in the heavens.

la la la...

And then the foggy days came,

with strange noises and cries.

How many moonless nights did I spend,

looking for the pub inside my heart.

Just like during the time of flowers,

when we lived without any fear,

when each day tasted like honey.

Your arm took my arm,

Your voice followed mine,

We were young and we believed in the heavens.

la la la...

Your arm took my arm,

Your voice followed mine

We were young and we believed in heavens

la la la...

And tonight I stand at the doorstep

of the pub where you won't come anymore.

And this song that the night brings me,

my heart can't recognize it anymore.

It was the time of flowers, we did not know any fear

The future tasted like honey.

Your arm took my arm,

Your voice followed mine,

We were young and we believed in the heavens.

la la la...

Your arm took my arm,

Your voice followed mine,

We were young and we believed in the heavens.