Le bateai blanc - Gilbert Bécaud

Tu l’auras, ton bateau blanc.

C’est le bateau de ceux qui restent des enfants.

Le bateau de tes quinze ans te sauvera de ce monde arrangé par les grands

Tu l’auras, ton bateau blanc, mais pour l’avoir, tu auras mis le temps.

Il est là, ton bateau blanc.

Moi, je le vois quitter le port, prendre le vent

T’emporter tout droit devant.

L'île au trésor est là-bas, tout au bout, qui t’attend

C'était vrai, ton bateau blanc même si tu n’y croyais pas vraiment.

Le voilà, ton bateau blanc, il va partir dans le soleil et dans le vent

Comme au temps de tes quinze ans

Quand il dansait’sur le bord de tes rêves d’enfant.

Il s’en va vers le beau temps, emmène-moi, emmène-moi dedans !

You will have it, your white boat.

It is the boat of those who remain children.

The boat of your fifteen years will save you from this world arranged by the big ones

You will have it, your white boat, but to have it, you will have taken the time.

There it is, your white boat.

Me, I see him leaving the port, taking the wind

Take you straight ahead.

Treasure Island is over there, at the very end, waiting for you

It was true, your white boat even though you didn't really believe it.

There it is, your white boat, it's going to leave in the sun and in the wind

Like when you were fifteen

When he was dancing on the edge of your childhood dreams.

It's going to the good weather, take me, take me in!