Et quand tu seras là [English translation]

With its tile roof,

with its clay walls,

she is there so fragile,

offered to the summer winds.

There is in the garden

some thyme, some rosemary—

and just a little further—

Judea trees.

She did not suffer too much

from the rigors of winter.

And you can see her from the sea

at the end of the path—

There it is: my house.

Far on the horizon,

there it is: my house.

She and I wait for you.

And when you will be here,

the sky will light up,

time will stop—

how good to be in love.

And when you will be here,

happiness will blossom

in the branches of lilacs—

in the leaves of orange trees.

You will take my hand

and you will say to me, "come."

And I will say nothing,

and then I will follow you.

Yes, when you will be here,

all will start over again.

So do not tarry—

I wait only for you.

I changed the curtains.

I put on top of your piano

old photos

of past vacations.

I arranged in one corner

your papers, your books.

And I will go starting tomorrow

to wait for you on the first train.

And when you will be here,

the sky will light up,

time will stop—

how good to be in love.

And when you will be here,

happiness will blossom

in the branches of lilacs—

in the leaves of orange trees.

You will take my hand

and you will say to me, "come."

And I will say nothing,

and then I will follow you.

Yes, when you will be here,

all will start over again.

So do not tarry—

I wait only for you.

And when you will be here,

the sky will light up,

time will stop—

how good to be in love.

• Artist:Mireille Mathieu