Les tours gratuits [English translation]

Turn beautiful unicorns, turn wooden horses

You turn for appearances, they will not come back

They have other worries and so many other games

The town has filled with romantic boys

Turn pretty weather-vanes, cardboard rockets

Life is so badly designed, one day they leave

And already I miss you, garden games

Where the children take journeys and never go far

Gone the cries of joy, gone the free turns

One day they believe, they believe they know all about life

For one of those beaus with an adorable mug

They leave the games and the parents alone

Alone and turned inside-out

From your trembling moons full of colour

From your charming cars that they drive in packs

One day they descend just like that for no reason

One day they’re grown up, they turn their talons

Gone the cries of joy, gone the free turns

One day they believe, they believe they know all about life

Now when they pass, they look elsewhere

The boys on the balconies who play up to them

Who make their pretty hearts turn

Those eyes which devour you

From the benches all around

Those guys who adore you

Photographing love

I did as everyone else

For three bits of string

Hanging from a balloon

I only looked at them

Your hands towards the ceiling

And I did as everyone else

I applauded the ring

I saw your eyes shining

Who could ask for more, who could ask for more…

Go on…

Turn pretty runaways, life is life that

Overall be happy to turn in other arms

That must not worry you

I was very happy

Those millions of times When I saw your eyes shining

Gone, the free turns

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:In Extremis