Mon enfance [English translation]

I was wrong, I returned

in this city far lost

where I had spent my childhood.

I was wrong, I wanted to see

the hill or gliding evening

blue and grey shadows of silence.

And I found as before,

long after,

the hill, the tree standing,

as the password.

I walk the burning temples,

believing suffocate under my feet.

The ways of the past that haunt us

and return the death knell.

And I'm lying under the tree

and these were the same smells.

And I let my tears flow,

my tears.

I put my bare back to the bark,

the tree gives me strength

as at the time of my childhood.

Long and my eyes closed,

I think I pray a little,

I found my innocence.

Before the evening arises

I wanted to see

houses with flowers in pink,

I wanted to see

the garden or our children's cries

flashed as clear source.

Jean-Claude, Regine, and then Jean -

all became like yesterday -

the heavy scent of red salvia (kind of flowers),

the deer in the driveway dahlias,

Well, all I found everything.

Helas

War we had thrown it,

others were less fortunate, I think,

nice time in their childhood.

War we had thrown it,

we live as outlaws.

And I loved it. When I think

or my spring and my suns

or my crazy years lost

or my fifteen years, or my wonders -

I have a lot of be back -

or fresh coconut September

and the smell of mashed ripe,

it's crazy, everything, all I found.

Helas

We must never go back

cache memories in time

the blessed time of his childhood.

For among all the memories

those children are the worst

those of childhood tear us.

Oh my dearest, oh my mother,

or you're so today?

You sleep warm the earth.

And I'm here

to navigate your laughter,

your angers and your youth.

And I'm alone with my distress.

Helas

Why am I back

and only at the turn of the streets?

I'm cold, I'm afraid, the evening looks.

Why did I come here,

crucify me or my password?

She never sleeps my childhood.

• Artist:Barbara
• Album:La Dame brune