Le Noël de la rue [English translation]

Little child where are you going to,

Running so with your nacked feet?

I am running toward paradise.

Because it is Christmas as one tell...

The Christmas of the street,

It is snow and wind.

And the street wind

Makes children cry.

Light and joy

Are behind the shop windows

Neither for you nor for me,

They are for our neighbor.

Little child, play well,

Looking at that, looking at that,

But above all, don't touch anything,

Looking from away...

The Christmas of the street,

It is the winter coldness

In the wide-open eyes

Of the children of the street

Who put their face on the windows.

All the little children are bending their back.

They are snuggled like Jesus

Whom Santa Maria would have lost...

The Christmas of the street,

It is snow and wind.

And the street wind

Makes children cry.

They go away snuffling.

They go away with empty hands,

Their nose in the air, looking for

A wonderful star.

My little child, If you see it,

Walking away, walking away,

Warm your little fingers with it,

Going on walking ahead.

The Christmas of the street,

It is, in the sky of their life,

A sleeping star

That hasn't come down by us.

• Artist:Isabelle Boulay
• Album:En attendant Noël (2019)