Il pleut dans ma chambre [English translation]

It's raining in my room

I listen as it [calls]

The soft rain of September

On my bed it falls

The garden shivers, all the flowers have cried

For the coming of autumn

And the end of summertime

But the rain hums

A joyful rhythm

Tip and tap and tip top and tip

And tip tip and tip

And tip top and tap

You can hear it at night

It's the song of the rain [so fine]

Tomorrow the day on your lips will bloom

My love and the rain that soothes

Will be far, far away beyond the seaside

Drifting on the clear skies

Tomorrow the rain will have washed the trees

And the freshly painted roofs will be party scenes

The birds happy with this shampoo

Don't complain

It's raining in my room

It's raining in my heart

The soft rain of September

Plays a mocking part

Throughout the countryside

Fine mushrooms grow

And in the mountains

The wind plays a violin's bow

All the alley cats

Dance and sing in circles so-

Tip and tap and tip tap and tip

And tap tap and tick

And tip tap and tock

You can hear it at night

It's the song of the rain [so fine]