Heureux Qui Comme Ulysse
Georges Brassens
Happy is He Who Like Ulysses
Happy is he who like Ulysses
Has taken a beautiful journey
Happy is he who like Ulysses
Has seen a hundred landscapes
And then found again
After many crossings
The land of green years
On a little summer morning
When the sun sings to your heart
How beautiful is freedom, freedom
When you’re better off here than anywhere else
When a friend brings happiness
How beautiful is freedom, freedom
With the sun and the wind
With the rain and the good weather
We lived quite happily
My horse, my Provence, and I
My horse, my Provence, and I
Happy is he who like Ulysses
Has taken a beautiful journey
Happy is he who like Ulysses
Has seen a hundred landscapes
And then found again
After many crossings
The land of green years
On a lovely summer morning
When the sun sings to your heart
How beautiful is freedom, freedom
When the troubles are all over
When a friend wipes your tears
How beautiful is freedom, freedom
Beaten by sun and wind
Lost in the middle of the ponds
We’ll live quite happily
My horse, my Camargue, and I
My horse, my Camargue, and I
