Noé - Marie Laforêt

Chaque fleur s’ouvre àson passage

Et il sait parler aux enfants

Ses yeux font s’enfuir les nuages

Et il a connu plus de mille printemps

Et Noé, tout seul sur sa colline

Au vent,

Goûte le miel que lui font ses abeilles

Et Noéqui ne voit plus passer

Le temps,

En chantant fait lever le soleil

En sage et en bon patriarche

Il sait quand viendra le déluge

Il s’endort auprès de son arche

Il sait que l’homme a besoin d’un refuge

Et Noé, Noé, sur sa colline

Au vent,

Goûte le miel que lui font ses abeilles

Et Noéqui nous regarde et nous attend

En chantant fait lever le soleil

Et Noé, sur sa colline,

Tout seul, au vent

Each flower opens as it passes

And he knows how to talk to children

His eyes make the clouds flee

And he has known more than a thousand springs

And Noah, all alone on his hill

In the wind,

Taste the honey his bees make for him

And Noéqui no longer sees passing

The weather,

Singing makes the sun rise

As a wise and a good patriarch

He knows when the flood will come

He falls asleep by his ark

He knows that man needs a refuge

And Noah, Noah, on his hill

In the wind,

Taste the honey his bees make for him

And Noéqui watches us and waits for us

Singing makes the sun rise

And Noah, on his hill,

All alone in the wind