C'est en septembre [English translation]

The olive trees lower their arms

The grapes get red noses

And the sand has become cold

In the white sun

Serious bathers and seasonal workers

Return to their real jobs

And the manger figurines will be sculpted

Before Christmas

It's in September

When the sailboats are uncovered

And the beach shivers in the shade

Of a pale autumn

It's in September

That we can live for real

In summer my own country

In summer anything goes

The trailers, the gas stoves

The great sham (?)

Swimsuits too small (short), shorts too long

The Dutch and their melons

From Cavaillon (or cantaloupes)

It's in September

When summer puts back on its shoes

And the beach is like a stomach

That no one has touched

It's in September

That my country can breath

Country of my younger years

There where my father is buried

My school was warmed

By the great sun

In the month of May, I go

And leave you to the foreigners

To be a foreigner myself

Under other skies

But in September

When I come back to where I was born

And my beach recognizing me

Opens her arms like a fiancée

It's in September

That I have a good year

It's in September

That I sleep under the olive tree

• Artist:Gilbert Bécaud