Le petit gars [English translation]

Behind the father’s river

The city could be seen bustling

And the solitary flower wilting

In the fenced flowerbeds

The little guy up there on his hill

Came to contemplate them in peace…

These children who play outdoors

Between the road and the railway

They’ll end up gasping for air

Or they’re going to get electrocuted

The little guy up there on his hill

Came to contemplate them in peace…

But the little guy didn’t understand anything

Stretched out under the trees he was comfortable

Waiting calmly for the wine harvest

What good are their beautiful manners

If their words are poisoned

What good are their proud heads

When they walk with their backs bent

The little guy up there on his hill

Came to contemplate them in peace…

But behind the father’s river

The city could be seen bustling

And the ogres of business turning round

In the air-conditioned glass towers

The little guy up there on his hill

Came to contemplate them in peace…

But the little guy didn’t understand anything

Stretched out under the trees he was comfortable

Waiting calmly for his bread to bake

But the little guy didn’t understand anything

Where are they going to die these poor puppets

Stretched out under the trees they would be so comfortable

Waiting calmly for the wine to flow

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Fragile