C'était mon ami [English translation]

He used to say often: I walk alone into the wind

I am a child

He used to say: I play but victory means nothing

For a crazy king

He was of Roman blood, of Tzigane heart

He was a man who man women dream

He was my friend

This shield of truth, this bit of fantasy

I liked his truth, his laugh and his madness

This way of existing no matter what happened

Living like this was his identity

He liked noise, free horses and infinity

He was spirited

He liked to choose, he dreamed of leaving one day

on the ocean

He was like the stained-glass windows at cathedrals

He was a man who shined without doing any harm

He was my friend

This shield of truth, this bit of fantasy

I liked his truth, his laugh and his madness

This way of existing no matter what happened

Living like this was his identity

When I think about him

I remember mornings the colors of the sun

When I think about him

I seem to hear his voice calling me

He was my friend

He wouldn't speak of love but I loved him just the same

In softness and velvet, yes

He was my friend

He could play the drum in the streets of Paris

And call me to help, yes

He was my friend

This shield of truth, this bit of fantasy

I liked his truth, his laugh and his madness

This way of existing no matter what happened

Living like this was his identity

• Artist:Dalida