Le métèque [English translation]

With my wog-like mulatto's face,

Wandering Jew's or Greek shepherd's

and all my hair, so dishevelled,

With my faded eyes in my face,

that make me look like a dreamer,

though I now dream not so often,

With my prowler's and lurker's hands,

hands of a rover, musician

that looted so many gardens...

With my mouth that has drunk so much,

that has bitten and kissed and kissed

yet always remaining thirsty..

With my wog-like mulatto's face,

Wandering Jew's or Greek shepherd's

my robber's face, vagabond's face,

With my skin rubbed but left unhurt

by the sunlight of all summers

and by every bit of skirt..

With my heart that knew how to hurt

as much as it got hurt

without

making too big a fuss for that,

With my soul that hasn't any

more chance of Salvation, really,

to avoid the Purgatory..

With my wog-like

mulatto's face,

Wandering Jew's or Greek shepherd's

ad all my hair, so dishevelled,

I shall call in, sweet captive , you

O , my twin soul, Fountain of youth,

and drink at once your twenty years..

And I'll be a prince for you, dear,

A dreamer or a teenager,

As you like it , or want to choose..

And we'll turn every day we live

into an eternity of love

that we'll enjoy

so much we'll die...

• Artist:Georges Moustaki