L'enfant qui dort [English translation]

Let the sleeping child dream

Of castles wreathed in blue smoke

Let him dismantle the sky

Outside it’s always the same… It’s always the same

The street corners like borders

And always remembering to keep it buttoned 1

The surrounded town covered in frost

Since then it’s always the same

Time manhandles

Those men who drag

The weight of their bodies

Their empty phrases

Their dry tears

Their years of effort

The great roads

Where the frost advances

And the patrol outside

The cobbles barely resound at all

Under the heavy tread of the half-men

Fists clenched tight around their anger

Their eyes as if deprived of light

Perhaps one day if God intervenes

The rain will go back up to the sky

Towards our eternal remorse

But it’s always the same outside

Time manhandles

Those men who drag

The weight of their bodies

Their empty phrases

Their dry tears

Their years of effort

The great roads

Where the frost advances

And the patrol outside

And if he is to live here long

Most of all let the child dream

1. keep quiet, shut up

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Quelqu'un de l'interieur