L'important C'est La Rose
Gilbert Becaud
The important thing is the rose
You who walk in the wind
Alone in the too big city
With the quiet blues
Of the passerby
You whom she let down
To run towards other moons
To run towards other fortunes
The important
The important
Is the rose
The important
Is the rose
The important
Is the rose
Believe me
You who are looking for some money
To get through the week
In the city, you walk around
With your swinging
Stuntman, setting sun
You pass by the banks
If you're just a street performer
The important
The important
Is the rose
The important
Is the rose
The important
Is the rose
Believe me
You, little one, whom your parents
Left alone on earth
Little bird without light
Without spring
In your white wool jacket
It's cold like in Bohemia
Your heart is like in Lent
And yet
The important
Is the rose
The important
Is the rose
The important
Is the rose
Believe me
You for whom, tit for tat
I sang these few lines
As if to give you a sign
In passing
Say in your turn now
That life has no importance
Except for a flower that dances
On time
The important
Is the rose
The important
Is the rose
The important
Is the rose
Believe me
The important
Is the rose
The important
Is the rose
The important
Is the rose
Believe me
