Garden District [English translation]

Should night come, should signs appear

A doll of magic spell, three fine needles

I wear robes of grey of those

Who know this dance

It is like a breath, a sigh

When day comes I'm gone

And the evil blazes in my soul

Blazes in my heart

Without any flame

The sign of cross, traces on the sand

The figures that talk to me

The Queen, Jack and King

Cards drawn, life's on scroll

Café au lait, cotton wool and thread

I know white magic and

What's brewing right now

I have a lover, created out of naught,

Out of wax and charcoal, in secret

And the evil blazes in my soul

Blazes in my heart

Without any flame

The sign of cross, traces on the sand

The figures that talk to me

The Queen, Jack and King

• Artist:Cécile Corbel
• Album:SongBook Vol.4