Mon gentil pêcheur [English translation]

My kind fisherman,

pull in your nets.

Your heart is elsewhere—

it will never bite.

Love prevents

seeing clearly

and you are in love.

Deep-sea fishing

in the ocean

is a serious profession.

My kind sailor,

let us return to home.

You took my hand—

that's a pretty fish.

You are empty-handed—

do not worry.

Your boss is going

to raise hell.

Do not worry,

he will send you out to fish.

La la la...

My kind fisherman,

pull in your nets

to fish my heart.

It will be over fast.

Come make a stopover

in my eyes.

Leave your fish there.

Fish for a star

in my eyes—

on my lips, your name.

My kind sailor,

you must return to port.

You clasp my hand—

hold it even stronger.

Since you love me,

tell me,

with all of the sea as a witness.

Since you love me,

tell me

before all of the universe.

La la la...

• Artist:Nana Mouskouri
• Album:Le jour où la colombe