Lyrics and translation Gilbert Bécaud - À chaque enfant qui nait

À chaque enfant qui nait

À chaque enfant qui naît, le monde recommence,
Le monde recommence, recommence avec lui,
Et cet enfant qui vient du ventre de sa mère
Au ventre de la terre donnera bien du soleil.
REFRAIN:
Pousse ta charrette, va,
Courbe le dos, mais lève la tête;
Et plus la montagne est haute, plus c′est beau.
Et le voilà parti sur ses petites jambes
Sur des routes trop grandes, bien trop grandes pour lui.
Et le voilà grandi, il a les joues qui piquent,
Il fume de la musique et part pour New Delhi.
REFRAIN
Il laisse les parents accumuler les traites,
Cotiser la retraite, survivre dignement,
Et lui se rend léger comme un oiseau à voiles
Qui monte jusqu'aux étoiles pour n′en plus retomber.
Et de mille métiers en mille misères,
Et d'herbes douces en arc-en-ciel
Il devient presque intemporel.
Pourtant il sait déjà que son voyage éclatera:
Entre une femme et un enfant il meurt content.
À chaque enfant qui naît le monde recommence,
Le monde recommence, recommence sans lui.
Mais son enfant vivra, il vivra comme lui,
Et la boucle est bouclée.

For Each Child That Is Born

My love, with every child that is born, the world begins again,
The world begins anew, begins again with them,
And this child that comes from their mother's womb
To the womb of the earth, will give us much sunshine.
CHORUS:
Push your cart, go on,
Your back may bend, but lift up your head;
And the higher the mountain, the more beautiful it is.
And there they go, off on their little legs
On roads too big, far too big for them.
And there they are, all grown up, their cheeks rosy,
They play music and leave for New Delhi.
CHORUS
They leave their parents, who accumulate debts,
Contribute to their retirement, and survive with dignity,
And they become as light as a bird with sails
Who flies up to the stars, never to return.
And from a thousand jobs and a thousand miseries,
And from sweet herbs to rainbows
They become almost timeless.
Yet they already know that their journey will end:
They die content, between a woman and a child.
My love, with every child that is born, the world begins again,
The world begins again, begins anew without them.
But their child will live, they will live like them,
And the circle is complete.