Une Belle Histoire
Michel Fugain
A Beautiful Story
It's a beautiful novel
It's a beautiful story
It's a romance of today
He was going home, up there towards the fog
She was going down to the South, the South
They found each other at the edge of the road
On the holiday highway
It was probably a lucky day
They had the sky within reach
A gift from Providence
So, why think about tomorrow
They hid in a large wheat field
Letting themselves be carried by the current
Telling each other about their beginning lives
They were still just children, children
Who had found each other at the edge of the road
On the holiday highway
It was probably a lucky day
Who picked the sky in the palm of their hand
Like one picks Providence
Refusing to think about tomorrow
It's a beautiful novel
It's a beautiful story
It's a romance of today
He was going home, up there towards the fog
She was going down to the South, the South
They parted ways at dawn
On the holiday highway
The lucky day was over
They then each resumed their path
Saluting Providence
Waving goodbye
He went back home, up there towards the fog
She went down there to the South
It's a beautiful novel
It's a beautiful story
It's a romance of today
