If France married herself
If one day she finally said to herself "I love you"
She would invent the dance
Who would marry the world
If France was kissed one day, who knows?
For the rose and the lilacs in harmony
The left and right hand finally united
The blueberries by the Lily of the Valley
This bouquet is young and gay
Which marries all the colours
Among the flowers
We must learn to live together
In need or in kisses
With your neighbours, your cousins, your in-laws
Your adopted children, opposite
You, the eternal virgin mother
Who would like to sleep with all the Earth
What eternal oaths
With honeymoons
To end in a headbutt after the party
Poor Joan1, Lorraine2, and Henry IV3
Vercingetorix4 by whom were you defeated?
Where are the friends hiding?
It's Bartholomew the Apostle5,
And France, clearly beheaded
Woman who turns your arms against you
At the heart of the neighborhood fights
Sometimes all you have left is your tears
To refind your friendship
If France married herself
If one day she finally said to herself "I love you"
She would invent the dance
Who would marry the world
If France was kissed one day, who knows?
1. Joan of Arc2. The region of France which has been through many wars and was annexed to Germany for a long time3. French king who brought prosperity to Paris and was often regarded as an ideal monarch4. king and chieftain of the Arverni tribe who united the Gauls in a revolt against Roman forces5. famous for being decapitated