Une belle histoire [English translation]

It's a beautiful novel, it's a beautiful story

It's a romance of nowadays

He was returning home, high up there in the fog

She was going down to the 'midi' (noon = southern France), the midi

They found each other on the side of the road

On the highway of holidays

It was without doubt a day of luck

They had the sky within the reach of their hands

A present/gift of destiny

So why think about the day after (this one)

They hid in a large field of wheat

Allowing themselves to be carried away by the winds

They told each other about their lives which were about to begin

They were still children, children

That had found each other on the side of the road

On the highway of holidays

It was without a doubt a day of luck

That they collected the sky into the palms of their hands

Like you pick collect destiny

Refusing to think of the day after (this one)

It's a beautiful novel, it's a beautiful story

It's a romance of nowadays

He was returning home, high up there in the fog

She was going down to the 'noon' (noon = southern France), the noon

They left each other on the brink of the morning

On the highway of holidays

It was over, the holiday

They then took, each their own path

Saluted destiny

By waving to each other

He was returning home, high up there in the fog

She was going down to the 'midi' (noon = southern France)

It's a beautiful novel, it's a beautiful story

It's a romance of nowadays