La dame brune [English translation]

For a long brunette, I've invented

a song in the moonlight, a few verses

If she ever hears it, she'll know

that it is a love song for her and me

I'm the tall brunette lady that you are waiting for

I'm the long brunette and I hear you

Sing again in the moonlight, I come toward you

your guitar, makeshift organ, guides my steps

Pierrot had lent me his pen that morning

I took from my makeshift guitar there

I thought myself a poet by writing

the words going through my head like the wind

Pierrot had lent you his pen that night,

On your makeshift guitar you took there

And I took you for a poet by listening

to the words going through your head like the wind

I dressed the brunette, in my thoughts

with a light veil of mist and of dew

I made her bed against my skin for her to feel at home

Sheltered and warm against my hands

Dressed with a veil of mist and dew

I'm the tall brunette lady of your thought

Sing again in the moonlight, I come toward you

Through the mounts and dunes, I hear your voice

For a long brunette lady, I've invented

a song in the moonlight, a few verses

I know she'll hear it one day, who knows maybe tomorrow

so that this love song ends well

Hello, I'm the brunette lady, I walked so far

Hello, I'm the brunette lady, I found you

Make me a place in the hollow of your bed, I'll feel well

Warm and safe, against your hips

• Artist:Barbara
• Album:Ma plus belle histoire d'amour (1967)