It's a beautiful novel, it's a beautiful story
It's a romance of today
He was going home, up there towards the fog
She was going down to the South, the South
They found each other on the side of the road
On the holiday highway
It was undoubtedly a lucky day
They had the sky within reach
A gift from providence
So why think about tomorrow?

They hid in a large wheat field
Letting themselves be carried by the currents
They told each other their lives that were just beginning
They were still only children, children
Who had found each other on the side of the road
On the holiday highway
It was undoubtedly a lucky day
Who picked the sky in the hollow of their hands
As one picks providence
Refusing to think about tomorrow

It's a beautiful novel, it's a beautiful story
It's a romance of today
He was going home, up there towards the fog
She was going down to the South, the South
They left each other at the break of dawn
On the holiday highway
The lucky day was over
They then each took their own path
They saluted providence by waving their hand

He went home, up there towards the fog
She went down there to the South
It's a beautiful novel, it's a beautiful story
It's a romance of today

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