Un beau roman (Une belle histoire)

It's a beautiful novel, it's a beautiful story
It's a romance of today
He was going home, up towards the fog
She was going down to the south, the south
They met at the edge of the road
On the holiday highway
It was probably a lucky day
They had the sky within reach
A gift from providence
So why think about tomorrow

They hid in a large wheat field
Letting themselves be carried by the currents
They told each other about their beginning lives
They were still just children, children
Who met at the edge of the road
On the holiday highway
It was probably a lucky day
They picked the sky in the palms of their hands
Like one picks providence
Refusing to think about tomorrow

It's a beautiful novel, it's a beautiful story
It's a romance of today
He was going home, up towards the fog
She was going down to the south, the south
They parted ways at dawn
On the holiday highway
The lucky day was over
They each then resumed their path
Thanked providence with a wave of the hand

He went back home, up towards the fog
She went down there to the south
It's a beautiful novel, it's a beautiful story
It's a romance of today