Il Vaut Mieux Une Petite Maison Dans La Main...

It's better
A small house in hand
Than a big castle in the clouds
Because one can
Like windows, close their fingers
When the storm rages
And leave
Without leaving an address
With their youth
As the key

It's better
A small wildflower
More than the poet's rose
When it rains
The grass serves as a shield
So it doesn't hang its head
And offers itself
In all its grace
To the passing boy
To make him happy
Look, the bird on the branch
Just flew away

It's better
A little love in one's heart
Than the great passion of a prince
If one wants
To hold in their hand the castle
And then the rose
And then the prince
Forever.