À la plus haute branche [English translation]

In the clear fountain

Going to talk a walk

Hung on the highest branch

Among the chestnuts

It seems you were balancing

I catch glimpse of you and loose my feet

Although nothing matters anymore

Have you at least found the key

That gives us back our childhood

And our crazy Laughter at schoolchildren

This night,

It's the wind of the autumn

That will rock you

Let it

At the shelter of men

Rock it near me

There will be, of course, unease

Like a brief hesitation

At the moment of placing the chairs

For the new year's eve meal

You'll live in all our silence

In the hasard of conversations

I'll get used to your absence

But I won't say your name anymore

This night,

It's the wind of the autumn

That will rock you

Let it

,At the shelter of men,

Rock you near me

Hung on the highest branch

One day, I'll forgive you

Tell God that it's sunday

And he can come to take you