I've been looking...

In houses, in paintings,

in gardens, in the rain,

in the soul of all these things,

The rose told me, I searched in vain.

In the rivers, in the forests,

I even asked a fairy.

With her, we went west.

All I found was beauty.

In the clouds, in the stars, in the sea,

in the legends, at the foot of a rainbow,

I asked a leprechaun, and he laughed at me.

I asked the birds and all I saw was a crow.

In the branches of a hundred-year-old oak,

in the flowers, under a dark wooden bench,

in small villages, in mist and smoke,

I looked everywhere, but in French.

I've looked for your heart, but I haven't found it.

You've already given it away, and my friend, the Rose

has just faded. I won't be looking any longer, I suppose.

I gave you mine, but you didn't see it.