Au Jardin Du Temps Qui Passe
Nana Mouskouri
In the Garden of Time Passing
It's like a scent of a waltz
Like a child's swing
In the garden of time passing
And flying with the wind
It's a calm and tender rhythm
That my heart knows by heart
That I still sometimes hear
Under the words that scare us
The seasons turn
From snow to swallows
The songs change
Love is always the same
And when the organ plays
A tune of barbarity
You can hear Paris everywhere
It's like a scent of a waltz
Of lace on time
That tells me everything fades
And remains infinitely
The seasons turn
From October to cherry trees
The harvests pass
My heart has never changed
Blow out my candles
I light a fire of joy
And nostalgia
Fades away
It's like a scent of a waltz
Like a child's swing
In the garden of time passing
And flying with the wind
It's a calm and tender rhythm
That my heart knows by heart
That I still sometimes hear
And that speaks of happiness
