Il y avait un jardin

{Spoken}It's a song for children
Who are born and who live between steel
And the bitumen between the concrete and the asphalt
And who will perhaps never know
That the earth was a garden

There was a garden called the earth
It shone in the sun like forbidden fruit
No it wasn't heaven or hell
Nor anything already seen or heard
There was a garden, a house of trees
With a bed of moss to make love in
And a little rolling stream without a wave
Came to refresh him and continued his course.
There was a garden as big as a valley
You could eat there in all seasons
On the burning earth or on the frozen grass
And discover flowers that had no name.
There was a garden called the earth
It was big enough for thousands of children
It was once inhabited by our grandfathers
Who got it themselves from their grandparents.
Where is this garden where we could have been born
Where we could have lived carefree and naked,
Where is this house with all its doors open?
That I am still looking for and that I no longer find.