Ce N'est Rien

It's nothing
You know it well, time passes, it's nothing
You know well
They go away like boats and suddenly
It comes back
For a boat that goes and comes back
There are a thousand walnut shells on your path
That sink and it's just fine

And it's like a mourning dove
That flies away in a hurry
Taking the down that was your bed one beautiful morning
And it's just a new flower
And it goes towards the hail
Like a fragile little boat on the ocean

It's nothing
You know well time passes it's nothing
You know well
They go away like boats and suddenly
It warns
Like a boat that returns and suddenly
There are a thousand sirens of joy on your path
That resonate and it's just fine

And it's just a mourning dove
That returns in a hurry
Bringing back the down that was your bed one beautiful morning
And it's just a new flower
And it goes towards the hail
Like a fragile little boat on the ocean

It warns like a boat that returns
And suddenly
There are a thousand sirens of joy on your path
That resonate and it's just fine

And it's just a mourning dove
That will return in a hurry
Bringing back the down that was its bed one beautiful morning
And it's just a new flower
And it goes towards the hail
Like a fragile little boat on the ocean