Répondez-moi [English translation]

I live in a house with no balcony, with no roof

Where there aren’t even bees on the honey pots

Not a bird to be seen, not a hint of nature

It’s not even a house

I left in passing a few words on the wall

Of the corridor that goes down the car park

A few words for the great

Not even anything abusive

If someone hears them

Answer me

My heart is afraid of being walled up between your ice towers

Condemned to the noise of the passing lorries

My heart which dreamt of fields of stars, of necklaces of wild daffodils

To hang around girls’ shoulders

But the morning sweeps you along, running towards your daily routine

And in the evening, your forest of aerials is plugged into the solitude

And let the full moon shine

Let the south wind blow

You, you don’t hear it

And me, I see your beautiful ice-eyed dogs pass by

Carried on cushions embraced by the masters

To stroke their hand, you need passwords

To stroke their hand

Answer me

My heart is afraid of getting stuck in so little space

Condemned to the noise of the passing lorries

My heart which dreamt of fields of stars and showers of daffodils

To shelter itself on the shoulders of girls

But the last of the fairies searches for her magic wand

My friend, the stream sleeps in a plastic bottle

The season have stopped at the feet of the artificial trees

There’s nobody left but me

And me, I live in my house with no balcony, with no roof

Where, there aren’t even bees on the honey pots

Not a bird to be seen, not a hint of nature

It’s not even a house

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Carte postale