La Dame de Haute-Savoie [English translation]

When I've gotten tired of

Smiling at all those people who dump on me,

When I've gotten tired of

Always saying the same sentences to them,

When their words explode in smithereens,

When there's nothing more than walls in front of me,

I'll go sleep at the home of the Lady of Haute-Savoie.

When I've gotten tired of

Stumbling about in the fog of dreams,

When I've gotten tired of

A line of work where you move forward or you crash,

When tomorrow brings me only

The inhuman screams of a howling mob,

I'll go sleep at the home of the Lady of Haute-Savoie.

There, stars run

In the snow around

Her wooden chalet.

There, garlands hang from the roof,

And night falls

On the white firs

At the mere snap of her fingers,

At the mere snap of her fingers.

When I've given all I've got,

Written all I've got, when I no longer belong anywhere,

Instead of throwing myself

On the first Jesus Christ who comes along,

I'll take my guitar with me,

And maybe my dog

If he's still around,

And I'll go sleep at the home of the Lady of Haute-Savoie,

At the home of the Lady of Haute-Savoie.

• Artist:Francis Cabrel