Chaque matin, il se lève [English translation]

The early morning rain

Sends shivers down my spine.

The alcohol which is in my glass

Warms my skin a little.

And there, I am waiting for the sun.

I am setting up for its show.

That's it, the sun is rising.

For me, it looks pretty.

Every morning it rises,

It is the king of the party.

But it gives me a headache

Seeing it so high.

If it'd drink with me,

We 'd be three:

The night, the sun and me.

He'll never agree about that.

Every morning it rises,

It sometimes makes too much:

Its rays become cruel,

It comes and burns my skin.

It is the star the most famous.

It's the biggest show of all.

That's it: the sun is rising.

The big show is up there.

On the national road,

It lights the cars.

If it knew how much it annoys me

Seeing it always so high.

It'd drink with me

Still too many drinks.

Every morning it rises.

For me, it looks pretty.

It still came again.

I have lost one more time

But I won't bet any more

Against it, because it's forbidden.

Every morning it rises.

It sometimes makes too much...

Its rays become cruel,

It comes and burns my skin.

• Artist:Eddy Mitchell
• Album:Chaque Matin, Il Se Lève (1974)