Lyrics and translation Les Stentors - La Bicyclette

La Bicyclette

Quand on partait de bon matin
Quand on partait sur les chemins
A bicyclette
Nous étions quelques bons copains
Y avait Fernand y avait Firmin
Y avait Francis et Sébastien
Et puis Paulette
On était tous amoureux d′elle
On se sentait pousser des ailes
A bicyclette
Sur les petits chemins de terre
On a souvent vécu l'enfer
Pour ne pas mettre pied à terre
Devant Paulette
Faut dire qu′elle y mettait du coeur
C'était la fille du facteur
A bicyclette
Et depuis qu'elle avait huit ans
Elle avait fait en le suivant
Tous les chemins environnants
A bicyclette
Quand on approchait la rivière
On déposait dans les fougères
Nos bicyclettes
Puis on se roulait dans les champs
Faisant naître un bouquet changeant
De sauterelles, de papillons
Et de rainettes
Quand le soleil à l′horizon
Profilait sur tous les buissons
Nos silhouettes
On revenait fourbus contents
Le coeur un peu vague pourtant
De n′être pas seul un instant
Avec Paulette
Prendre furtivement sa main
Oublier un peu les copains
La bicyclette
On se disait c'est pour demain
J′oserai, j'oserai demain
Quand on ira sur les chemins
A bicyclette

La Bicyclette

When we were leaving in the morning
When we were leaving on the paths
On the bike
We were some good friends
There was Fernand, there was Firmin
There was Francis and Sébastien
And Paulette
We were all in love with her
We felt ourselves grow wings
On the bike
On the small dirt paths
We have often lived in hell
So as not to put foot on the ground
In front of Paulette
It must be said that she put her heart into it
She was the daughter of the postman
On the bike
And ever since she was eight years old
She had done while following him
All the surrounding paths
On the bike
When we were approaching the river
We dropped off in the ferns
Our bikes
Then we rolled in the fields
Creating a changing bouquet
Of grasshoppers, butterflies
And tree frogs
When the sun on the horizon
Profiled on all the bushes
Our silhouettes
We came back exhausted and happy
With our hearts a little vague though
Of not being alone for a moment
With Paulette
To take her hand furtively
To forget the friends a little
The bike
We said to each other, it's for tomorrow
I'll dare, I'll dare tomorrow
When we go on the paths
On the bike