C'était aux premiers jours d'avril [English translation]

It was on the very first days of April

When I met her for the first time

She had a still look

The one of the people you don't bother

She was passing by the along the coast

As I was used to passing by

When the wind turned to the gale

And you don't even know where you're going

I had sworn poor perjury

That I would never do it again

Yes but the wind of adventure

Was blowing so hard in those days

I must tell you she was pretty

Wild and then I don't know

Indifferent like the girls

Know how to be so sometimes

It was on the very first days of April

With the gale happening

She was ambling along

Like those you don't bother

Then she got down to the beach

Where I put my steps in hers

Even that game of "bottom war"

Didn't surprise her I guess

Then she entered my life

Please don't ask me why

But the gale in my life

Sure dates from that very moment

As lovers from Shakespeare

I can't resist the torrent

We love too much, we tear each other apart

Then, one day, we don't understand

It was on the very first days of April

When I met her for the first time

She had a still look

The one of the people you don't bother

The one of the people you don't bother

• Artist:Alain Barrière