Le Ruisseau de Mon Enfance

Talk to me about my childhood, my old stream
When my luck flowed along your water
Tell me about the sweet delusions of my tender years
Have the cornflowers that bloomed them forever faded?
Tell me about those Sundays when I used to confide in you

In a shy white veil, my paper dreams
Tell me as long as I think about it, about my first love
Was it all innocence, did it last forever?
Talk to me about my childhood, my old stream
When my luck flowed along your water

Flow, flow my childhood in the stream of memory
It's a lost game to try to hold onto it
Because the wind of carelessness one day let go of my hand
I come to cry in silence and tears you became
Fields of roses, fields of brambles that I had crossed

I come to seek an answer, which of you hurt me?
Talk to me about my childhood, my old stream
When my luck flowed along your water
I fell headfirst into a dream, it's the stream's fault
Heartbroken, I rise again, it's the fault of its water!