C'est Beau La Vie

The wind in your blonde hair
The sun on the horizon
A few words of a song
How beautiful life is
A bird showing off
On a tree already turning red
And its cry above all
How beautiful life is
Everything that trembles and palpitates
Everything that struggles and fights
Everything I believed too quickly
Forever lost to me
To still be able to look
To still be able to listen
And above all to be able to sing
How beautiful life is
The jazz open in the night
Its trumpet following us
In a street in Paris
How beautiful life is
The red flower bursting
From a neon that makes our two surprised shadows tremble
How beautiful life is
Everything I almost lost
Everything that is given back to me
Today rises to my lips
At the end of the day
To still be able to share
My youth, my ideas
With the love found again
How beautiful life is
To still be able to talk to you
To still be able to kiss you
To say it and sing it
Yes, life is beautiful