Translation of the song lyrics A chaque enfant qui naît - Gilbert Bécaud

A chaque enfant qui naît (original)

A chaque enfant qui naicirct, le monde recommence
Le monde recommence, recommence avec lui
Et cet enfant qui vient do ventre de sa m’egravere
Au ventre de la terre donnera bien do soleil
Pousse ta charrette, va
Courbe le dos, mais lève la t’ecircte
Et plus la montagne est haute, plus c’est beau
Et le voil agrave, parti sur ses petites jambes
Sur des routes trop grandes, bien trop grandes pour lui
Et le voil agrave grandi, il a les joues qui piquent
Il fume de la musique et part pour New Delhi
Il laisse les parents accumuler les traites
Cotiser la retraite, survivre dignement
Et lui se rend l’eacute ger comme un oiseau agrave voiles
Qui monte jusqu’aux eacute toiles pour n’en plus retomber
Et de mille m’eacutetiers en mille misegraveres
Et d’herbes douces en arc-en-cielIl devient presque intemporel
Pourtant il sait d’eacute j’agrave, que son voyage eacute clatera
Entre une femme et un enfant il meurt content
A chaque enfant qui naicirct le monde recommence
Le monde recommence, recommence sans lui
Mais son enfant vivra, il vivra comme lui
Et la boucle est boucleacutee

A chaque enfant qui naît (translation)

With every child born, the world begins again
The world starts over, starts over with him
And this child who comes from the womb of his body burns me
In the belly of the earth will give much sun
Push your cart, go
Bend your back, but lift your head
And the higher the mountain, the more beautiful it is
And here he is, gone on his little legs
On roads too big, way too big for him
And he's grown, he's got itchy cheeks
He smokes music and leaves for New Delhi
He let the parents accumulate the bills
Contribute to retirement, survive with dignity
And he makes himself light like a bird with sails
Which rises to the stars never to fall again
And from a thousand metiers to a thousand misegravers
And sweet grasses in rainbows It becomes almost timeless
Yet he knows from oacute I agrave, that his trip oacute will burst
Between a wife and a child he dies happy
With every child born the world begins again
The world starts over, starts over without him
But his child will live, he will live like him
And the loop is loopy