La Madrague [English translation]

On the deserted beach

shells and crustaceans,

who would have thought it, bemoan the loss

of summer since gone.

Hollidays have been stoved

in cardboard suitcases

and you feel sad thinking about the season

of sunshine and songs.

Still I know for sure that next year

everything will bloom again and we will come back.

But until then I am saddened

to leave the sea and my house.

The North wind will get used to

running without sailboats,

And it's in my ruffled hair

that I will miss it the most.

The sun, my great buddy

will burn me only from afar,

thinking we are somewhat at odds

being so far apart.

The train will carry me toward autumn

to find back the rainy city.

I'll share my grief with noone,

I'll keep it close like a friend.

But from the first summer days,

All the troubles forgotten

we'llcome back to have fun with seafood

from the sunny beach

from the sunny beach

from the sunny beach

• Artist:Brigitte Bardot