Les murs de poussière [English translation]

He dreamed of a foreign city

A city of girls and games

He wanted to live other ways

In another culture

He dreamed on his stone road

"I will leave tomorrow, if I want

I have the strenght it takes to do it

And I will go find better"

He wanted to find better

Than his own patch of land

Than his old lop-sided tree in the middle

Find better than the soft evening light

Near the fire

Warming his father

And his forefathers entire troop

The sun on the walls of dust

He wanted to find better...

He went around the world

He even asked God

He made all the love in the woeld

He didn't find better

He came across the kings of old

All covered in diamonds and fire

But in castles of the kings of old

He didn't find better...

He didn't find better

Than his own patch of land

Than his old lop-sided tree in the middle

Find better than the soft evening light

Near the fire

Warming his father

And his forefathers entire troop

The sun on the walls of dust

He didn't to find better...

He said "I'm going back

I didn't find what I want"

He said "I'm going back"

He burned his eyes

He burned his eyes

On his own patch of land

On his old lop-sided tree in the middle

In the soft evening light's gleam

Near the fire

Warming his father

And his forefathers entire troop

In the sun on the walls of dust

He burned his eyes (x3)

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Les murs de poussière - 1977