Musique [English translation]

Let's quit in this unusual world

the noise of excavators

which build what?

Let's silence the melancholics

with our own rhythmic and our joy,

Music!

And which everyone starts to sing.

And let everyone get carried away,

Close to each other, tight,

Close to each other, entwined,

{Close to each other}.

Music!

Let the orchestras begin to play.

May our memory starts to dream.

And let travel our thoughts,

Let go of our bodies and float,

{Close to each other}.

Music!

We're too weak to kill each other.

We're too alone to hate each other.

We're not so good to still add more.

We're too nothing to tear each other apart,

{Each other}.

Music!

Lay our guns at our feet.

Let us send our armies home.

Let's throw down our shields.

Let's snap our fingers, beat time with foot;

{One two three four},

Music!

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet music.

Hmmm ...

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet music.

Hmmm ...

• Artist:France Gall
• Album:1977