Le jour où la pluie viendra
Gilbert Becaud
The day the rain will come
The day the rain will come
We will be, you and I
The richest in the world
The richest in the world
The trees, crying with joy
Will offer in their arms
The most beautiful fruits in the world
The most beautiful fruits in the world
That day
The sad, sad red earth
That cracks, cracks endlessly
The bare branches that nothing moves
Will gorge themselves with rain, with rain
And the wheat will roll in waves
At the bottom of sleeping barns
And I will adorn you with rings
And pretty necklaces, pretty necklaces
The day the rain will come
We will be, you and I
The betrothed of the world
The richest in the world
The trees, crying with joy
Will offer in their arms
The most beautiful fruits in the world
The most beautiful fruits in the world
That day...
