J'ai ta main [English translation]

We are lounging on the summer grass.

It grows late, you can hear lovers and birds singing.

You hear the whisper of the country wind.

You hear the mountain sing.

I have your hand in my hand, I touch your fingers.

I have my eyes on your eyes and everywhere you see

only that night, beautiful night, only the wonderful sky

that seems to blossom in turn tender and mysterious.

Come closer, my love, your heart against my heart,

and tell me that there is no more charming happiness

that these eyes in the sky, than this sky in your eyes,

than your hand touching my hand.

I know nothing of you—you know nothing of me.

We are only two vagabonds—

you, a girl of the woods, me, a bad boy.

My coat is torn. I no longer have a home.

I have nothing but this beautiful season.

I have your hand in my hand, I touch your fingers.

I have my eyes on your eyes and everywhere you see

only that night, beautiful night, only the wonderful sky

that seems to blossom in turn tender and mysterious.

Come closer, closer, my love, your heart against my heart,

and tell me that there is no more charming happiness

that these eyes in the sky, than this sky in your eyes,

than your hand touching my hand.

• Artist:Charles Trenet