Douce [English translation]

His eyes are sweet lights

Soft glimmers that watch

over the enchanted class

of months and seasons

Sweet, his hands, his voice

That tells me wonders

And sweet is his presence

In the heart of my house

Sweet are the winter nights

And sweet are the hails

That come to repopulate the garden ground

Sweet are our walks, our paths to cross

Sweet are the blue hours from the night to the morning

Sweet, sweet, sweetly

In spite of the world

And its torments

So sweet, in the refuge of the wind

The sweet eternity

Flowing from fountains

In the springtime when the wind disperses the fogs

The sweet open door in the shadow of the great oak tree

And sweet is its scent in the silk of a scarf

Sweet is the summer night that makes your eyelids turn blue

And sweet is its heat sleeping in the black

Sweet is the amicable certainty of the stones

And the shadow of a bird on the evenings' shoulder

Sweetly

In spite of the world

That lies to us

So sweet, in the refuge of the wind

Sweetly

Sweetly

• Artist:Hélène Ségara
• Album:Quand l'éternité