Cerisier rose et pommier blanc [English translation]

When we used to play hopscotch—

pink cherry and white apple blossoms—

I thought I would die of love

while hugging her.

With her looks of a young lady—

pink cherry and white apple blossoms—

she had attracted

my heart of a child.

A branch of a cherry tree

from her garden caressed

a branch of an old apple tree

that flourished in mine.

To see their nodes intertwined

like a spring bouquet

made us think

of doing the same.

And it is thus with the new flowers—

pink cherry and white apple blossoms—

we one evening climbed the short ladder

to our fifteen years.

Ah!

~~~~~

Ah!

If this story is eternal,

to find out the ending,

learn from it the refrain

to our fifteen years.

Yeah!

• Artist:Petula Clark
• Album:"Hello Paris" (1964)