Un simple coup du sort [English translation]

They were sitting in the park

Watching the boats float by

Until suddenly, they noticed

The night closing in on them

They knew that it was best

That they find themselves a new spot

That life only hangs on a simple twist of fate

They walked along the old canal

Towards a hotel sad and banal

A bit embarrassed, a bit unwell

Under the blinding neon lights

The heat rose slowly

Until passing all through the body

Like a runaway train on a simple twist of fate

A saxophone played somewhere

She will remember the mirror

The broken blinds which let in

The light of the new day

She gives a coin on leaving

To the beggar who waits outside

Without turning back on this simple twist of fate

In the morning with a quick glance of the eye

He sees that the room is empty

He says it’s nothing, he decides

To open the windows - wide

But he feels rising inside

The nagging taste of remorse

And all that hangs by a simple twist of fate

He runs into the pale town

Where only a parrot chatters

In the pain that stabs him

He goes to sit on the quay

Perhaps she’ll pass by who know...

Between two dead-drunk sailors

Life after all is just a simple twist of fate

The people will say it’s a sin

To want so much to find

My hidden twin-spirit

In the shadows where all is hidden

I have run towards the twighlight

Must I also run towards the dawn

For the grace of a simple twist of fate...

We were sitting on a bench

We were watching the people pass

I hear again her sparkling laugh

In the shadows which conceal us

Here, I come at dusk

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Vise le ciel