Les croix [English translation]

My God, there are crosses on this earth

Iron crosses, crosses of wood, humble familiar crosses

Small silver crosses hanging on breasts

Old crosses of the convents lost among the ruins

And I, poor me, have my cross in my head

Immense lead cross, as vast as love

I caught the wind, I hold back the storm

I prolong it in the evening and I hide there the day

And I, poor me, have my cross in my head

A word is engraved there that resembles "to suffer"

But this familiar word that my lips repeat

Is so heavy to bear that I think to die

My God, there are on the deep roads

Silent crosses that watch over the world

High crosses of forgiveness set up towards the gallows

Cross of Unreason or Rescue

And I, poor me, have my cross in my head,

Immense lead cross, as vast as love

I caught the wind, I hold back the storm

I prolong it in the evening and I hide there the day

But I, poor me, have my cross in my head

A word is engraved there that resembles "to suffer"

But this familiar word that my lips repeat

Is so heavy to bear that I think I die from it

• Artist:Juliette Gréco
• Album:Les croix