Petite Marie [English translation]
Petite Marie [English translation]
Little Mary, I talk about you
'cause with your little tiny voice,
And all your little fads, you poured in my life
Some thousands of roses
Little fury, I fight for you,
So in about ten thousand years away
We will end up in cover, under one sky as pretty
As some thousands of roses
I come from the sky and the stars around
Talk only about you
About a musician who plays his fingers
On a piece of wood
About their love, more blue than the skies around
Little Mary, I numbly wait for you
Under a shingle of your roof
The cold night's wind returns to me the ballad
I had written for you
Little fury, you say the life
Is a ring on each finger
Under the sun of Florida, with my empty pockets
And my cold weeping eyes
I come from the sky and the stars around
Talk only about you
About a musician who plays his fingers
On a piece of wood
About their love, more blue than the skies around
In the shadows of your street
Little Mary, can you hear?
I'm waiting only for you, to come (bis)
I come from the sky and the stars around
Talk only about you
About a musician who plays his fingers
On a piece of wood
About their love, more blue than the skies around
- Artist:Francis Cabrel
- Album:Les Murs de poussière