Petite Marie [English translation]

Little Mary, I talk about you

Because with your little voice,

Your little habits, your poured on my life

Thousands of roses

Little fury, I fight for you,

So that in ten thousand years from now

We meet safely, under a sky as pretty

As thousands of roses

I come from the sky and the stars between them

Only talk about you

About a musician playing his fingers

On a wooden piece (flute)

About their love, bluer than the skies around

Little Mary, I wait for you numbly

Under a tile of your roof

The cold night's wind returns the ballad

That I wrote for you

Little fury, you say that life

Is a ring on every finger

Under the Florida's sun, my pockets are empty

And my eyes weep from the cold

I come from the sky and the stars between them

Only talk about you

About a musician playing his fingers

On a wooden piece

About their love, bluer than the skies around

In the darkness of the street

Little Mary, do you hear me?

I'm only waiting for you, to leave*

I come from the sky and the stars between them

Only talk about you

About a musician playing his fingers

On a wooden piece

About their love, bluer than the skies around

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