Dans la brume du matin [English translation]

In the morning mist

A piece of paper* in my fingers

A pain in my heart

No reason to go home

At the airport

You’d like to fly away so much

In the morning mist

You got nowhere to go

On a takeoff strip

The first passenger liner

Disappears in the mist

I see how its wings glitter

There’s rain in my eyes

There’s a taste of alcohol in my mouth

But still I see it

Having taken to the air

In the morning mist

It leaves only a trace

Before it will go into the distance

Over the clouds

Where the sky is always blue

Where it never rains

At midday it will fly

Over my country

All this gives me the blues

That nails me to the ground

My eyes are full of mist

I feel the smoke, I feel alcohol

It would be better for me

To return to my paths

To go a little bit farther

In the morning mist

To go a little bit farther

In the morning mist

• Artist:Joe Dassin
• Album:Joe Dassin à New York