Où va la chance? [English translation]

I see the prison, I see the night

I see the prisonner who cries over his life

And sometimes, I think when I am asleep in your arms

where is luck going? to you? to me?

I see the wounds, never the healings

I see the hobo who sleeps in the rain

And sometimes, I think when I am asleep in your arms

where is luck going? to you? to me?

I see a man whose heart is lost

Who drinks to see no longer what he has become

And sometimes, I think when I am asleep in your arms

where is luck going? to you? to me?

I see the towns of houses

To one day crumble under war for no reason

Then sometimes, I think when I am asleep in your arms

where is luck going? to you? to me?

• Artist:Isabelle Boulay
• Album:Les grands espaces (2011)