Une chanson [English translation]

It is but a spot of poetry

in the sky of rainy mornings,

the pink satin of your skin

that I stroke with words.

It is a somewhat futile kiss

in a tender april morning,

it's a message in a bottle,

an oasis in the desert.

    A song

   that's hardly anything, a song

   It is some champagne, a thrill

   a song.

    A song

   What use might it be, a song?

   It hardly lasts a season,

   a song.

It is but a spot inside infinity,

a tiny bit of melody

invented on a piano

wrapped in words.

It is a forename on a page,

a day, a month, just an image

and in the river that is today

no doubt it is my whole life.

    A song

   that's hardly anything, a song

   It is some champagne, a thrill

   a song.

    A song

   It is not much, a song

   Now tell me, what would we do

   if songs were no more?

• Artist:Charles Dumont