Petite Marie [English translation]

Little Mary

Little Mary, I speak of you

Because with your little voice, your little habits,

you poured thousands of roses into my life

Little Fury, I battle for you,

so that in ten thousand years from now

We will find ourselves sheltered,

under a sky more beautiful

than thousands of roses

I come from the heavens, and the stars only

speak among themselves of you

About a musician that plays his hands

Over a piece of wood

About their love, more blue than the surrounding sky

Little Mary, I wait for you,

Chilled under your roof tile

The winds of the cold night, remind me of the ballad

That I wrote for you

Little Fureur, you say that life

Is a ring around each finger

Under the Floridian sun, me, my pockets are empty

And my eyes weep for cold

I come from the heavens, and the stars only

speak among themselves of you

About a musician that plays his hands

Over a piece of wood

About their love, more blue than the surrounding sky

In the dim light of your street

Little Mary, do you hear me?

I only await you so we can leave

In the dim light of your street

Little Mary, do you hear me ?

I only await you so we can leave

I come from the heavens, and the stars only

speak among themselves of you

About a musician that plays his hands

Over a piece of wood

About their love, more blue than the surrounding sky

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Les Murs de poussière