Don't cry for the flowers, don't cry when they die And tell yourself that to be reborn elsewhere, they need A bit of sun, a bit of earth, a bit of rain A bit of light, a bit of day, a bit of night A bit of color, a bit of pink, a bit of white A bit of heat, a bit of snow, a bit of wind and time And time A bit of perfume for when a morning comes from afar The first bee or the first brown butterfly Fly on their hearts to rest very gently A bit of mystery, a bit of wax, a bit of spring blood Spring You don't need more So that one day on your wise body A bouquet of wild flowers Will hang like an image Of joy, of joy Better than words, this bouquet will tell you all about love That beats for you in my heart, more alive every day The quietest happiness is like a fragile flower It needs a bit of tears, a bit of joy A bit of tenderness in the sweetness of a voice Since the day my eyes fell on you This happiness that embellishes my life, I owe it only to you That's why Ne pleure pas sur les fleurs Ne pleure pas quand elles meurent Et ***-toi qu'elles revivront toujours Dans ton coeur Dans ton coeur Et mon coeur And my heart