À Toi
Joe Dassin
To You
To you
To the way you have of being beautiful
To the way you have of being mine
To your tender words a little artificial
Sometimes
To you
To the little girl you were
To the one you still often are
To your past, to your secrets
To your former charming princes
To life, to love
To our nights, to our days
To the eternal return of luck
To the child that will come
Who will resemble us
Who will be both you and me
To me
To the madness of which you are the reason
To my angers without knowing why
To my silences and betrayals, sometimes
To me
To the time I spent looking for you
To the qualities you mock
To the flaws I hid from you
To my ideas of a troubadour
To life, to love
To our nights, to our days
To the eternal return of luck
To the child that will come
Who will resemble us
Who will be both you and me
To us
To the memories we will create
To the future and especially the present
To the health of this old Earth
That doesn't care
To us
To our hopes and illusions
To our next first date
To the health of the millions of lovers
Who are like us
To you
To the way you have of being beautiful
To the way you have of being mine
To your tender words a little artificial
Sometimes
To you
To the little girl you were
To the one you still often are
To your past, to your secrets
To your former charming princes
