La Bicyclette
Yves Montand
The Bicycle
When we left early in the morning
When we set off on the roads
By bicycle
We were a few good buddies
There was Fernand, there was Firmin
There was Francis and Sébastien
And then Paulette
We were all in love with her
We felt like we had wings
By bicycle
On the small dirt roads
We often went through hell
To not set foot on the ground
In front of Paulette
It must be said she put her heart into it
She was the postman's daughter
By bicycle
And since she was eight years old
She had followed him
On all the surrounding roads
By bicycle
When we approached the river
We left in the ferns
Our bicycles
Then we rolled in the fields
Creating a changing bouquet
Of grasshoppers, butterflies
And tree frogs
When the sun on the horizon
Outlined on all the bushes
Our silhouettes
We returned tired but happy
The heart a little vague nonetheless
Not to be alone for a moment
With Paulette
Stealthily taking her hand
Forgetting the buddies a bit
The bicycle
We said to ourselves it's for tomorrow
I will dare, I will dare tomorrow
When we go on the roads
By bicycle
