Le temps des fleurs [English translation]

In a tavern of a bygone London

where strangers would come to meet,

our voices brimming with joy rose from the shadows

and we listened to our hearts sing.

The flowers were in bloom,

we were ignorant of fear itself,

tomorrows tasted like honey,

your arm took hold of my arm,

your voice followed my voice,

we were young and had faith.

And then came the hazy days;

of strange rumors and tears,

so many moonless nights I spent

searching for the tavern in my heart.

Just like when the flowers were in bloom

when we lived without fear,

when every day tasted like honey,

your arm took hold of my arm,

your voice followed my voice,

we were young and had faith.

And tonight I'm standing at the door

of the tavern you'll no longer come to

and the song brought to me by the night;

my heart no longer recognizes it.

The flowers were in bloom,

we were ignorant of fear itself,

tomorrows tasted like honey,

your arm took hold of my arm,

your voice followed my voice,

we were young and had faith.

• Artist:Dalida
• Album:Le temps des fleurs (1968)