Aline [English translation]

I had drawn upon the sand

her sweet smiling face

when it rained upon the beach

and in the storm, she vanished

and I cried, I cried, "Aline!" that she might return

and I wept, I wept, oh! how I ached

I sat myself beside her soul

but the lovely figure had fled

I searched for her in vain

and without a single hope to guide me

and I cried, I cried, "Aline!" that she might return

and I wept, I wept, oh! how I ached

I have nothing left but this sweet face

cast upon the wet sand like a shipwreck

and I cried, I cried, "Aline!" that she might return

and I wept, I wept, oh! how I ached

and I cried, I cried, "Aline!" that she might return

and I wept, I wept, oh! how I ached

• Artist:Christophe
• Album:Single (1965)