Ce matin-là

I had left this morning, to the woods
For you, my love, for you
To pick the first wild strawberries
For you, my love, for you

I had left you still asleep
In the early light
I had left you still asleep
In the bed of our love

I took, you know, the little path
That we sometimes took
So we could better embrace
As we both went to the woods

There were dew tears
On the flowers in the gardens
Oh, how I love the smell of freshly cut hay
In the early morning. Alone, I walked in the woods

Too bad for me, the wolf wasn't there
So that when you woke up
You could find me next to you, I took the shortcut through the fields
And hello, here I am. I had left this morning, to the woods

Hello, my love, hello
Here are the first wild strawberries
For you, my love, for you