À Toi (part. Joe Dassin)

To you
In the way you have of being beautiful
In the way you belong to me
To your tender, sometimes artificial words

To you
To the little girl I used to be
To the one I still am often
To my past, my secrets, my former charming princes

To life, to love
To our nights, to our days
To the eternal return of luck
To the child that will come
Who will resemble us
Who will be both you and me

To me
To the madness you are the reason for
To my anger without knowing why
To my silences and betrayals, sometimes

To me
To the time I spent looking for you
To the qualities you mock
To the flaws I hid from you, to my troubadour ideas

To life, to love
To our nights, to our days
To the eternal return of luck
To the child that will come
Who will resemble us
Who will be both you and me

To us
To the memories we will create
To the future and especially the present
To the health of this old Earth, which doesn't care

To us
To our hopes and illusions
To our next first date
To the health of the millions of lovers, who are like us

To you
In the way you find me beautiful (in the way)
In the way you belong to me (you belong to me)
To your tender, sometimes artificial (artificial) words, sometimes (sometimes)

To you
To the little girl I used to be
To the one I still am often
To my past, my secrets, my former charming princes

To you
To you
To you
Hoho hoho ho
To you (To the little girl I used to be)
To you (To the one I still am often)
To you (To my past, my secrets)
To you (To my former charming princes)
To you