Embrasse-la [English translation]

From canteen to school she dragged me

From fevers to measles she watched over me

And on the soft shores of her body

I came to life

With little effort

And with her first words

She gave me my mother tongue

With a slight accent, fallen from the sky

Then years followed without us knowing

When I watch her trotting around

A voice tells me

Kiss her

Praise her

Protect her

Her eyes and her heart are lilac

Kiss her

Praise her

Protect her

Her hair is already in winter

Of course I left her, I was about fifteen

It's as if I could see once more the scene, poor mother

When I came back, she did not say a word

She was just a little older

And I understood

Kiss her

Praise her

Protect her

Her eyes and her heart are lilac

Kiss her

Praise her

Protect her

Her hair is already in winter

And when I visit her every week

She is able to read in my eyes my life, my sorrows

From a simple dinner she makes a celebration

Though thinking

Perhaps tomorrow

I shall be gone

Kiss her

Praise her

Protect her

Her eyes and her heart are lilac

Kiss her

Praise her

Protect her

Her hair is already in winter

• Artist:Pierre Bachelet
• Album:Découvrir l'Amérique