La Bicyclette [English translation]

As we went off early in the morning

As we rode off on dirt roads

on our bikes

We were a bunch of pals

There was Fernand and Firmin

And Francis and Sebastien

And Paulette too

We were all falling for her

As if we were floating on air

on our bikes

On the small dirt roads

we often went through hell

to keep on pedalling

in front of Paulette

Granted, she was doing her best

She was the postman's daughter

on her bike

And since she was eight

Following him she had gone through

All roads in the neighbourhood

on her bike

When we came near the river

We laid down in the brackens

our bikes

Then we rolled through the fields

Spawning a shifting bouquet

Of grasshoppers, butterflies

and little frogs

As the sun on the horizon

Did cast our shadows

on every bush

We came back, exhausted and happy

Yet a little sad

Never to be alone

with Paulette

Quietly grab her hand

Forget a bit about the pals

and the bike

We thought tomorrow would be the day

I'll dare, I'll do it tomorrow

While we'll ride the dirt roads

on our bikes

• Artist:Yves Montand
• Album:La Bicyclette