Donne-moi la main [English translation]

They said she was simple-minded

Our neighbor, the lock-master's daughter

She was hiding in a cart

With eyes that saw far

And this frightened the kids

She spoke alone in her planet

With the voice of a doll

We children, we were stupid

We hide ourselves to listen

What she was saying:

Give me some bread

To eat tomorrow

Give me eyes

To see the blue sky

Give me your hand

Give me a dog

So that he likes me

And just a friend

To be nice

Give me your hand

They said she was simple-minded

But when I see the lost eyes

Of people who populate the planet

With hearts of beaten dogs

I hear this voice returning to me

I remember:

Give me some bread

To eat tomorrow

Give me flowers

To make colors

Give me your hand

Give me white stones

For every Sunday

Give me a smile

Not to die

Give me your hand

Give me some wood

To make me a roof

Give me a dog

So that he likes me

Give me your hand

Give me some bread

And a wood fire

Give me eyes

To see the blue sky

Give me your hand

Give me white stones

And gray pebbles

Give me a smile

Not to die

Give me your hand

• Artist:Pierre Bachelet
• Album:Un soir, une scène