La marée [English translation]

On the wharf, first phone call

I call you from the end of the world

You answer, and I can hear your surprise

Just a second

It's life that draws me back

Say nothing, let me speak to you

Just tell me if it's worth

I insist

Tell me how are things

For you now

Did you marry

By any chance?

You wanted a child

Of me

The tide is ebbing,

The tide is rising

The tide is like me

But it does not speak

Please wipe your tears

From your cheeks

The surf breaks out

I'm coming back home

The tide is ebbing,

The tide is rising

Love has sometimes

The heart of a sailor

The tide forgives

Who is far away

Pick up that phone

And tell me: come back!

Say nothing if you are afraid

Coming back is not a wreckage

I've lost my tramp taste

For travels

I remember the vaulted street

Our life in the old town of La Rochelle

The cargo ships in the harbour

That call me

But you don't say a word

On the line

And I can hear your sorrow

So frail

And I am here like a

Like a stupid man

The tide is ebbing,

The tide is rising

The tide is like me

But it does not speak

Please wipe your tears

From your cheeks

The surf breaks out

I'm coming back home

The tide is ebbing,

The tide is rising

Love has sometimes

The heart of a sailor

The tide forgives

Who is far away

Pick up that phone

And tell me: come back!

The tide forgives

Who is far away

And in that phone

You tell me: come back!

• Artist:Pierre Bachelet