Christiansen [English translation]

He came from his snow land

Straight to the south almost without halt

My God, how far away is from Norway

The mediterranean

It was his green eyes and it was his guitar

Who paid for this madman journey

When he played, people offered him drinks

He received money

Christiansen

He knew a few words of bad french

Chrisiansen

He knew a few words of bad english

And yet ; I understood well

Even when he wasn't speaking

Christiansen

The day where I will join him in Norway

I will recognize this house in Oslo

And that old sledge that he pushed on the snow

Like one launches a ship

I will recognize the much vaunted Christine

Of whom he used to speak to make me irrate

I do not like her that pretty cousin

She loved him too much

Christiansen

He slept on the beach between two boulders

Christiansen

If he ate sometimes it's because I reminded him

And yet he was happy

yes really he washappy

Christiansen

He went back to his snow land

And the golden beach where we swam so much

Now have the grey sand of Norway's beaches

He took everything away

to give it back

When I'll see him again

• Artist:France Gall