La jardinière du Roi

They say the proudest one is you, is you
You, the humble gardener of the king, of the king
And when the king looks, believe me, believe me
He only pays attention to you

- At dawn when I water at my place, at my place
With my flowers I talk about you, about you
Among the new flowers, believe me, believe me
I pick the most beautiful one for you

- In the evening when the shadow lingers at my place, at my place
I jump without obstacles to your place, to your place
And I tell my dear a hundred times, a hundred times
I love on earth only you

- At the queen's festivities, believe me, believe me
I will tell my sorrows to the king, to the king
And we will be, my dear, you me, me you
Gardener, the king's gardener