Bonne nouvelle [English translation]

Two or three angels around

Always marching

Butterflies with heavy wings

Of cinnamon

No reason to keep this secret

Every time I see you, that I call you

Life gives me what I expect

In every bar, at every corner

Every church

Everyone can see that without you

I turn to diesel

You have keys to everything, to the Eiffel Tour

Up there, you color the rainbow

That's why I call you "good news"

I hear the brass, the strings, the horns

The cellos

I see the world from far, far away

Under my ladders

Nature may create milk and honey

What's great, priceless, Essential

Is always better in your shade

Good news

I fought like everyone else

To get away from my shadows

In tunnels

On the great obstacle course

I awaited you like a miracle

Like Christmas

Came my lucky day

Not too early, not too late

In time

When you lit your smile

I finally let myself say

Life gives me what I expect

Life gives me what I expect

So I will be the guy with eyes

Full of sparks

The one who knows the colors of your make-up

When our fingers interlock

Do you have clouds for soles?

This could be eternal

In some time, a few rides

On a carousel

When I write you love notes

Salt and pepper

No need to keep it a secret

I will say each time I call you

Life gives me what I expect

Life gives me what I expect

Life gives me what I expect

Good news, good news

I used to fight like everyone else...

On this great obstacle course...

• Artist:Francis Cabrel