Dans chaque cœur [English translation]

A hill like any other

Someone brought a cross and some nails

The people bustle and stay standing there

“Here’s the one who claims to speak for us”

We laugh to see the marks on his knees

In every heart, it can be as cold as an igloo

We push and shove to see the injured man

To hear what he whispers with his gaze lowered

“It is love that I wanted to leave for you

Love, love, there’ll never be enough of it

It is everywhere under each crumpled cloth

In each thorn of my woven crown”

The men suddenly seemed to hurry themselves

He was made to walk towards that upright cross

Those hands which had never done anything but embrace

It took but a moment to go through them

I leave you with these few spilt tears

And for ever and ever to think about it

The words slipped from his lowered face

In every heart, there is a springtime hidden

That’s the treasure that you will have to find

Between the rocks and under the dry grass

To have him drink, a man approached

There’s the hope we have to hang on to

A hill like any other

Someone brought a cross and some nails

To have him drink, a man approached

In every heart, there is a springtime hidden