Viens là [English translation]

Come here, come cry in my arms,

Come here, don't be ashamed

Come here, as you do every time

To tell me what I already know

Come here, you have this odd heart

That always fires up so fast

A heart with no memory

So many times it has been tricked

By people, much less good than it

By people who were not nice

And these people, who never understood it

They didn't deserve that you loved them

Come here, we would all like to be like you

To love as often as you do

And suffer as well, just as many times

But come here, tell me what's wrong.

• Artist:Françoise Hardy