Les Bonheurs Perdus - Yves Duteil

Si les bonheurs perdus s’envolaient en fume

Il y aurait des nuages, il y aurait des nuages.

Si les bonheurs perdus s’envolaient en fume

Il y aurait des nuages en plein cњur de l’t.

Mais si toi, mon amour, tu devais t’en aller

Il me pleuvrait’si fort que j’en mourrais noy.

Et si notre bonheur s’envolait en fume

Il y aurait un nuage autour du monde entier.

If lost happiness went up in smoke

There would be clouds, there would be clouds.

If lost happiness went up in smoke

There would be clouds in the heart of the summer.

But if you, my love, should go away

It would rain on me so hard I would drown.

What if our happiness went up in smoke

There would be a cloud around the whole world.