On his guitar he had engraved a rose In the dark woods little flowers barely bud Like a hope, a memory of something An old story we didn't know much about On his guitar he had engraved a star In the dark woods framed by two initials When we asked him what it meant He only replied with a big smile Nobody knew where he really came from But when he sang his songs to us We all wanted to see him as a friend When we told him he smiled On his guitar he had engraved a rose In the dark woods little flowers barely bud Like a hope, a memory of something An old story we didn't know much about On his guitar he had engraved a star In the dark woods framed by two initials When we told him he smiled On his guitar he had engraved a star When I think of him I often feel sorry For not having dared to tell him I love him On his guitar he had engraved a rose In the dark woods little flowers barely bud Like a hope, a memory of something An old story we didn't know much about On his guitar he had engraved a rose In the dark woods little flowers barely bud Like a hope, a memory of something Une vieille histoire qui ne veut plus dire grand chose Sur ma guitare moi j'ai fait graver une étoile Dans le bois noir encadré de ses initiales Si vous me demandez ce que cela veut dire Je ne vous répondrai que par un grand sourire Non, non, non, non...