Les murs de poussière [English translation]

He dreamed of a faraway city

A city with girls and games

He wanted to live differently

In another environment

He dreamed on his pebble path

"I could leave tomorrow if I wanted

I’ve got the strength it takes

And I’ll find something better."

He wanted to find better

Than his patch of land

Than his old twisted tree

Find better than the soft evening light

By the fire

That used to warm his father

And the long line of his ancestors

The sun on the walls of dust

He wanted to find better than it all

He went around the world

He even appealed to God

He made all the love on Earth

He didn’t find any better

He came across ancient kings

All draped in diamonds and fire

But in the castles of ancient kings

He didn’t find any better

He didn’t find any better

Than his patch of land

Than his old twisted tree

Any better than the soft evening light

By the fire

That used to warm his father

And the long line of his ancestors

The sun on the walls of dust

He didn’t find any better

He said, "I’m going back

I didn’t find what I wanted"

He said, "I’m going back"

He burned his eyes

He burned his eyes

On his patch of land

On his old twisted tree

On the reflections of the soft evening light

By the fire

That used to warm his father

And the long line of his ancestors

On the sun on the walls of dust

He burned his eyes (x3)

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Les murs de poussière - 1977