Jean qui rit, Jean qui pleure [English translation]

Jean who laughs, Jean who cries, that is me

Who whistles with two fingers

Who cries with one eye

One cries

And the other one is amazed

One cries

And the other one is amazed

Jean who laughs, Jean who cries,

That is me, who whistles with two fingers

Sitting on the rooftops

On certain nights

To call the moon

To call the moon

I swear and I distress

A siren at the end of my braids

I swear and I distress

A siren at the end of my braids

Alone in the crowd

I walk on the road of the temple*

Alone in the crowd

I walk on the road of the temple

I pick the flowers from the sidewalk

The pink pansies and the black pansies

I pick the flowers from the sidewalk

The pink pansies and the black pansies

And the sun who is walking in tiny steps

beside me

And the sun who is walking in tiny steps

beside me

Jean who laughs, Jean who cries,

That is me, who whistles with two fingers

Sitting on the rooftops

On certain nights

To call the moon

To call the moon

Jean who laughs, Jean who cries,

That is me, who whistles with two fingers

Sitting on the rooftops

On certain nights

To call the moon

To call the moon

To call the moon

To call the moon

• Artist:Riff Cohen