Petite Marie [English translation]

Little Mary, I talk about you

'cause with your little tiny voice,

And all your little fads, you poured in my life

Some thousands of roses

Little fury, I fight for you,

So in about ten thousand years away

We will end up in cover, under one sky as pretty

As some thousands of roses

I come from the sky and the stars around

Talk only about you

About a musician who plays his fingers

On a piece of wood

About their love, more blue than the skies around

Little Mary, I numbly wait for you

Under a shingle of your roof

The cold night's wind returns to me the ballad

I had written for you

Little fury, you say the life

Is a ring on each finger

Under the sun of Florida, with my empty pockets

And my cold weeping eyes

I come from the sky and the stars around

Talk only about you

About a musician who plays his fingers

On a piece of wood

About their love, more blue than the skies around

In the shadows of your street

Little Mary, can you hear?

I'm waiting only for you, to come (bis)

I come from the sky and the stars around

Talk only about you

About a musician who plays his fingers

On a piece of wood

About their love, more blue than the skies around

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