Ma p'tite chanson [English translation]

What's wrong with it,

Oh, what's wrong with it then,

My lil' song?

What doesn't it,

What doesn't it have anymore,

My lil' song,

That you now dislike?

It had all qualities,

It wasn't similar

To any other song.

It put deep within your heart

As many colours

As flowers on the balcony.

It was about love and joy

And when sometimes

It changed tone,

It had a tenderized look,

Like a child who

Would ask for forgiveness.

[Chorus]

You have no more to give to it,

Not even a smile,

A moment of attention.

It must have become old without any doubt,

Like a souvenir,

A poor look of bargain.

It has lived with us,

We shared everything

Without making any fuss.

But it was a few years ago.

Time has passed

And water runs under bridges.

What's wrong with it,

Oh, what's wrong with it then,

My lil' song?

What's wrong with it,

That you now dislike,

My lil' song?

Without you... it has had it.