Des Ronds Dans L'eau

You began your life
Right at the edge of a stream
You lived with those sounds
That run through the reeds
That rise from the paths
That filter through the thickets
The wings of the mill
The midday bells
Emphasizing with a smile
The song of a bird
You took pleasure
In making ripples in the water

Today you're tossed around
In less tranquil waters
You persist and you float
But where is love?
Ambition has laws
Ambition is a cult
You wish for your voice
To dominate the tumult
You wish to be loved
A bit like a hero
But who would still
Make ripples in the water

If there are all these witnesses
That you want behind you
Tell yourself that they could very well
In front of your ripples in the water
Take you for the fool
The fool of your village
Who stayed there
To make ripples in the water
To make ripples in the water