C'est toi ma chanson [English translation]

I will take the art made by your lips

Singing without saying a word

Your glance which endures or which dreams about

The place where birds dance at

I will take your hair which shines

Like a thousand suns in summertime

And this nothing of injustice or of mist

These words which make you cry

I will take your light

Because you are the first

Who could light up my house

And I'll scream it to the world:

You are my song

I will take all of your gestures which fly

Which are so fickle, fickle

And your hands whose slightly crazy lines

Made me travel for a long time

I will take your innocence and tenderness

The pain which you often cause

I will take everything of you: the tigresse

The wolf, and above all, the child

I will take your anger,

Your hopes, your misery,

Whatever passion you gave me,

And I'll scream it to the world

You are my song

I will take your light

Because you are the first

Who could light up my house

And I'll scream it to the world:

You are my song