Les souvenirs de nos vingt ans

The memories of our twenties
Are pretty white butterflies
That bring us on their wings
From the past, tender news
They leave, go for a walk
But they always come back to us
The memories of our twenties
Are pretty white butterflies

The memories of happy days
Are pretty blue butterflies
Our brain captures them
Because they are infinitely rare
After a storm, a misfortune
They come to brighten our hearts
The memories of happy days
Are pretty blue butterflies

The memories of our worries
Are ugly gray butterflies
No matter how much we chase them away
They persist in troubling us
But as soon as the good days arrive
They disappear forever
The memories of our worries
Are ugly gray butterflies

The memories of our loves
Are velvet butterflies
Who, by a clever tactic
Have chosen to settle in us
We adore them infinitely
In our hearts, they have their nest
The memories of our loves
Are velvet butterflies