Autre Temps [English translation]

A faraway prayer carried by the evening wind

Animates the leaves in their languorous dance

It's the hymn of the old trees, sung for you

For those somber forests which are now asleep

So many seasons have passed without waiting for us

The golden leaves falling to the ground to die

Will someday come back to life beneath a radiant sky

But our eroded world will remain the same

And tomorrow, you and I will be gone