J'ai rêvé de grands paysages verts et d'un soleil perçant les nuages,
D'une eau pure et étincellante, de l'odeur des bois et de la terre.
Chaque hiver, j'espère qu'en disparaissant, la neige me dévoilera Ton vrai visage.
Vous-tu ces bocs gris ?
Ce sont les nouveaux rochers,
Il n'y pousse pas de mousse.
Vois-tu ces grands bâtons droits ?
Ce sont les nouveaux arbres.
Vois-tu ces grands batons droits ?
Ce sont leurs nouvelles armes.
English translation
I dreamed of grand green landscapes and of a sun piercing the clouds
Of a pure and sparkling water
Of the scent of trees and the earth.
Each winter, I hope that in disappearing, the snow will show Her true face.
Do you see these grey blocks? They are the new rocks; moss doesn't grow there.
Do you see these big straight sticks? They are the new trees.
Do you see these big straight sticks? They are their new weapons.
I dreamed of grand green landscapes and of a sub piercing the clouds, of a pure and sparkling water, of the scent of trees and the earth.
Each winter, I hope that in disappearing, the snow will show her true face.
Do you see these grey blocks? They are the new rocks; moss doesn't grow there.
Do you see these big straight sticks? They are the new trees.
Do you see these big straight sticks? They are their new weapons.
D'une eau pure et étincellante, de l'odeur des bois et de la terre.
Chaque hiver, j'espère qu'en disparaissant, la neige me dévoilera Ton vrai visage.
Vous-tu ces bocs gris ?
Ce sont les nouveaux rochers,
Il n'y pousse pas de mousse.
Vois-tu ces grands bâtons droits ?
Ce sont les nouveaux arbres.
Vois-tu ces grands batons droits ?
Ce sont leurs nouvelles armes.
English translation
I dreamed of grand green landscapes and of a sun piercing the clouds
Of a pure and sparkling water
Of the scent of trees and the earth.
Each winter, I hope that in disappearing, the snow will show Her true face.
Do you see these grey blocks? They are the new rocks; moss doesn't grow there.
Do you see these big straight sticks? They are the new trees.
Do you see these big straight sticks? They are their new weapons.
I dreamed of grand green landscapes and of a sub piercing the clouds, of a pure and sparkling water, of the scent of trees and the earth.
Each winter, I hope that in disappearing, the snow will show her true face.
Do you see these grey blocks? They are the new rocks; moss doesn't grow there.
Do you see these big straight sticks? They are the new trees.
Do you see these big straight sticks? They are their new weapons.