Le temps des fleurs [English translation]

In an Old London pub

where strangers used to meet

our joice-spiked1 voices rose from the shadow

and we listened to our singing hearts.

It was the time of flowers, we did not know fear

The future tasted of honey

Your arm took my arm

Your voice followed mine

We were young and we believed in heavens

la la la...

And then the foggy days came,

with strange noises and cries

How many moonless nights I have spent,

looking for the pub inside my heart

Just like in the time of flowers

when we lived without fear

when each day tasted of honey

Your arm took my arm

Your voice followed mine

We were young and we believed in heavens

la la la...

I pictured myself chasing the fog away

I thought I could go back in time

and I dreamed up moonshines

where we sang together like before

la la la...

Your arm took my arm

Your voice followed mine

We were young and we believed in heavens

la la la...

And tonight I stand at the doorstep

of the pub where you won't come anymore

and this song the night brings me

my heart can't recognize it already.

It was the time of flowers, we did not know fear

The future tasted of honey

Your arm took my arm

Your voice followed mine

We were young and we believed in heavens

la la la...

1. "criblé" is a bit unexpected in French. It is more commonly used in the sense "riddled with bullets"!

• Artist:Vicky Leandros