Les chemins de traverse [English translation]

I walked with my eyes on the ground

You always had your nose in the air

And that's how we met

We each had our guitar

We weren't far from the station

That's how fate would have it

And you told me that when their wings die

The butterflies go where the wind carries them

We took the the first way (path) that came

And as night fell

On the rail line

We were far from the town

We only heard the notes

And the sound of our boots

Under the still full moon

We passed through the weeks

Like real county fairs (?)

Without even thinking of returning

We lost ourselves in the clouds

Like the migrating birds

To keep an eye on the girls of one day (?)

And so that the madmen couldn't knock us over

We took the side roads

Even if they were never the shortest

And as night fell

On the rail line

We were far from the town

We only heard the notes

And the sound of our boots

Under the still full moon

But sometimes I remember

Those who set their dogs on us

And threw stones in our faces

They didn't stop anything anyway

Since the only work we like

Is the bohemian way of life and travel

And as the night falls

On the rail line

We will be far away from the town

We will only hear the notes

And the sound of our boots

Under the still full moon

Under the still full moon

• Artist:Francis Cabrel