Les Bleuets d'azur [English translation]

The sky-blue cornflowers

in the big fields of ripe corn

wink at us.

Beside the church tower

the magpie comes to perch

his funereal garb.

Alone, the August wind

Has eyes so sweet

That one would happily drink from them;

And the forget-me-not

makes becomes like velvet

at the small of my back.

Look out, mate!

It's not always

that one makes love

with those things....!

Look out, mate!

Make blue eyes

as much as you like,

but don't think too much...

I run my hands

through your brown hair,

I see the sun,

It's the lost moment

always waited for

but never the same,

And while in heaven

the silence is such

that one hears it shouting,

In your eyes which blink

life is so pleasant

that I am drowned in it.

Look out, mate!

It's not always

that one makes love

with those things....!

Look out, mate!

Make blue eyes

as much as you like,

but don't think too much...

To see if things are alright

let's wait until next Sunday,

the sky-blue cornflowers

in the big fields of ripe corn

will happily wait for us;

the August wind

will be much sweeter

the second time round,

and the forget-me-not

will till be there

when we go there again.

But, you see, my lad,

I was clearly right

to pay attention...

I'm thinking too much already!

Who can say, my lad,

if we'll go again?....

if we'll go again?....

if we'll go again?....

...

if we'll go again?....