Le français est une langue qui résonne

When I hear the autumn leaves curling
The summer sky in my heart clings on
I tell myself French is a language that resonates
When from the depths of Quebec the colors bud
I believe it's the snow that touches and shivers
Then I tell myself that French is a language that resonates
And I tell myself that French is a language that resonates

Asleep under the sea that bleeds on Narbonne
From my tired eyes cry in Les Sables d'Olonne
I tell myself French is a language that resonates
Langue d'Oc of the North the accents are shouting
In my poured head, my country is sketching itself
I tell myself French is a language that resonates

Sitting near Calais under the Breton waves
I watch the Anglo-Saxon waves arrive
All my old French words burst and bubble
If the beaches and forests are asphalted and carbonized
If the wings stuck together, the birds give up
I, who think I'm a good Frenchman, feel that I'm messing up
May Villon forgive me for my censored words
I tell myself French is a language that resonates