Toutes ces choses [English translation]

It's a gust of wind

A lock of hair

It's another day breaking

A grin at the corner of the eyes

A passing greeting

That we will never see again

The running of a child

Who crosses the road

A little bit of wood that's burning

A few words of a chorus

The clock that we turn back

When Autumn arrives

The radiance of a rose

In the middle of the garden

Life is all of these things

Made up of little nothings

The departure of a friend

The return of the Seasons

It's a voice in the night

That whispers "I love you"

It's when we place our hand

Into another's hands

Life is all of these things

Made up of little nothings

It's a heart that's been

hand-drawn on the window

It's a broken dream

And another one that emerges

It's wishing you

Happy birthday every year

It's an oak tree out front

Of grandpa's house

It's the taste of fine wine

Standing in the kitchen

The morning's light

Children who draw

It's the hours that vanish

It's love that slips away

It's the pitter-patter of rain

On the metal roof

The road we follow

The doubts that we don't let go of

It's a voice in the night

That whispers "I love you"

The smile we dare to crack

The tears that we hold back

Life is all of these things

Made up of little nothings

It's a voice in the night

That whispers "I love you"

Life is really something, nonetheless.