Happy is he who like Ulysses,
Has made a beautiful journey!
Happy is he who, like Ulysses
Has seen a hundred landscapes
And then found again,
After many a crossing,
The land of green years!
On a summer's morning,
When the sun sings to your heart
How beautiful is freedom,
Freedom!
When you are better off here than elsewhere,
When a friend makes you happy
How beautiful is freedom,
Freedom!
With the sun and the wind,
With the rain and the fine weather,
We lived quite happily,
My horse, my Provence and I,
My horse, my Provence and I.
Happy who like Ulysses
Has made a beautiful journey!
Happy is he who, like Ulysses,
Has seen a hundred landscapes
And then found again,
After many crossings,
The land of green years!
On a beautiful summer morning,
When the sun sings to your heart
How beautiful is freedom,
Freedom!
When it's all over for you,
When a friend dries your tears
How beautiful is freedom,
Freedom!
Beaten by sun and wind,
Lost in the middle of the ponds,
We'll live well contented,
My horse, my Camargue and me,
My horse, my Camargue and me.