L'abeille et le papillon [English translation]

A bee, one day of spring

Flew, flew happily

By the heather rose in bloom

Whose odor is so sweet

At the feet of the heather in bloom

A poor caterpillar in tears

It looked, flying in the sky

The little one and its honey

And the poor caterpillar in tears

Said to it "I love you"

But the bee up there, completely up there

Didn't hear a word

While the days passed

The caterpillar always cried

And the bee flew happily

In the spring sky

After it had cried until the night

Our caterpillar went to sleep

But the sun with its rays

Came to wake up a butterfly

And on a heather in bloom

Our bee gave its heart

While the crickets sang

To the little butterfly

Through the forests, the fields and the gardens

Brushed with their wings

Collected pollen of the rose the thyme

In the fresh air of the morning

My little story is finished

It shows that in life

When we are guided by love

We triumph always

We triumph always

We triumph always