La cabane du pêcheur [English translation]

The night was falling of all her might

Above the river

I was packing my canes

One could only see fire

I saw her approaching

Her mind elsewere in her prayers

It seemed to me her eyes were glimmering

I told her

If you cry for a boy

You won't be the last

Often, the fishes are much more affectionate

Go for a stroll, breath some fresh air !

After, I'll talk to you about love

If I remember a bit

She told me

She told me rightly so that's what I want to know

I told her come and sit in the Hut of the fisherman

He's but a bad dream, forget about it !

Your dreams are always too light or too dark

So, come on and mix yourself all the colors

On the walls of the Hut of the fisherman

Come and sit

I told her

The world is not that far away

That you can't see the lights

And the earth can make

All the noises the wants

There's surely someone listening

Up there in the universe

Maybe you're asking for more than he can ?

She told me

She told me rightly so that's what I want to know

I told her come and sit in the Hut of the fisherman

He's but a bad dream, forget about it !

Your dreams are always too light or too dark

So, come on and mix yourself all the colors

On the walls of the Hut of the fisherman

Come and sit

I told her

She told me in the end, I'm burning to know everything

And I said come and sit in the Hut of the fisherman

There sure is room for two !

That road leads to nowhere

So... Come on and mix yourself all the colors

On the walls of the Hut of the fisherman

We'll be comparing our hurdles

Here, in the Hut of the fisherman

Share a little warmth

Here, in the Hut of the fisherman

Me, I'm awaiting a better world

Here, in the Hut of the fisherman

• Artist:Francis Cabrel