Tout le monde y pense [English translation]

It's on the back of our minds

be we men, angels or vultures,

distances are gone,

it's within anybody's reach

Everyone hopes

even at the back of backyards

Everyone wants his return ticket

of love, of love, of love.

Ones splinter of luck

the kind that burns and overwhelms you

but heavens don't care

since there's not enough for everyone

Emergency rooms are full of people

sitting under lampshade lights

waiting for their return ticket

of love, of love, of love.

These angels dancing

on alcohol-drenched floors

in these boundless caves

their hairs sticking to their shoulders

fly off in silence

and scatter at dawn

looking for return tickets

of love, of love, of love.

These women walking forth

holding in their outstretched arms

these children throwing

stones toward soldiers:

not even a chance

stones against battle helmets

all that for return tickets

of love, of love, of love.

men, angels, vultures...

within anybody's reach...

on everybody's mind...

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Sarbacane - 1989