Mon village du bout du monde [English translation]

The wind rush into my suitcase

And on my way there are holes

I've seen so many streets, I've seen so many church

But the most beautiful ones were at our place

My town is far away, hal-way accross the world

And my home is now just a song

Like the snow, my dreams melt

Drink, my brothers, the vagabonds

From Caribbean to Philippines

I dragged my carcass almost everywhere

But the ways to our hills

Had soft stones to my naked feet

My friends halfway accross the world

It's justice, have forgotten me

I'm sending them a dove

Drink, my brothers, to their health

The wind rush into my suitcase

But the luck visited me lots of times

She is a fine girl, whatever we say

But we shouldn't too often sleep on her

The poverty sometimes lack charm

But the grass is sweet to the unhappy

No speech and no more tears

Come my brothers, to bid me farewell

• Artist:Joe Dassin