Le temps des sourires [English translation]

What could be more human, after all,

When the night falls upon our human memories,

To bob for our apples once again

In an album, in an album

The scenery of times

In which we flourished reappears

To hold at our fingertips

Our life in polaroids,

Is worth all the treasure in the world

The years which fly by

So fast it's crazy

The past which we glue

Into an album, into an album

Capture the memories

Put them down on paper

Freeze our most beautiful laughs,

These fleeting moments

Capture the memories

In a hundred thousand snapshots

And travel to the happy times

In the years to come

Really, what could be more human

Than lining up all the portraits side by side

And contemplating our apples

In an album, in an album

The scent of untouched madeleines reappears

To capture the intangible moments

Of our short lives,

Is worth its weight in gold

The years which fly by

So fast it's crazy

The past which we glue

Into an album, into an album

Capture the memories

Put them down on paper

Freeze our most beautiful laughs,

These fleeting moments

Capture the memories

In a hundred thousand snapshots

And travel to the happy times

In the years to come

What could be more human, after all,

When the night falls upon our human memories,

To see our apples cry

In an album, in an album

It's pure courage

To see a face we love again

To face our mortal loves of the past

Demands a lot of effort

Capture the memories

Put them down on paper

Freeze our most beautiful laughs,

These fleeting moments

Capture the memories

In a hundred thousand snapshots

And travel to the happy times

In the years

In the years

In the years to come

• Artist:Mickaël Miro
• Album:Le temps des sourires (2013)