Les jours heureux [English translation]

When out the night flees

Carried away by its white horses

When the sun, like a feast

Comes to announce the new day,

When the pale clarity of dawn

Comes and caresses your long hair,

I lay my head on your shoulder

And I sing the happy days.

I lay my head on your shoulder

And I sing the happy days.

Then time runs out

Like the living water of a torrent,

Life has a taste of happiness

And all the fragrances of spring

Things seem more beautiful to me

When I see them in your eyes

The seasons go by at a snail's pace

And I sing the happy days

The seasons go by at a snail's pace

And I sing the happy days

The happy days, to live both of us,

To live together.

Oh-oh.

The happy days, to live both of us,

To live together.

And then slowly

You invite me to embrace your body

Your fingers quiver on my skin

Like a wave of gold foam.

It's the pale hour at the end of the day.

The moment of tender confessions

When one knows how to talk about love,

How to sing together the happy days.

When one knows how to talk about love,

How to sing together the happy days.

The happy days, to live both of us,

To live together.

Oh-oh.

The happy days, to live both of us,

To live together.

Oh

The happy days, to live both of us,

To live together.

Oh-oh.

The happy days, to live both of us,

To live together.

Oh

The happy days, to live both of us,

To live together.

Oh-oh.

The happy days, to live both of us,

To live together.