In spring, in spring, in spring I will be sixteen
Long live life, long live love and long live the wind
I will find a friend, a lover or a spouse
Long live the wind, long live the pretty wind
I still don't know if I'll pick Hector
Nicolas or Rodolphe or Alexis
I'm tormented, tormented to be sixteen
Long live love, love and the spring
All the boys I know aren't so clever
But like Mama says so well:
"Get yourself one, then you'll see."
In spring, in spring, in spring, I will be sixteen
Long live life, long live love and long live the wind
The richest in the land is the miller Anthony
Long live the wind, long live the pretty wind
He is fat, he is ugly
After all, what does that matter?
Beauty isn't everything in life
Oh, God! What torment, what torment to be sixteen
Long live love, love and the spring
When Anthony leaves me he'll be so old already
I will cry a long time, a long time
Until the end of the season, until the end of the season
In spring, in spring, in spring I will be sixteen
Long live life, long live love and long live the wind
It's so sad today to search for a friend
Long live the wind, long live the pretty wind
I still don't know if I'll pick Hector
Nicolas or Rodolphe or Alexis
Being a widow at sixteen years old, that really scares me
Long live love, love and the spring.
La, la, la...
I still don't know if I'll pick Hector
Nicolas or Rodolphe or Alexis
I'm tormented, tormented to be sixteen
Long live love, love and the spring