Photos de voyages [English translation]

Like the child of the islands

With nothing on his skin

Who peacefully watches

The ocean liners passing

You step down and approach

You’ve got money in your pockets

You snap a photo of him

When you’re back from the trip

In the corners of the room

You see his face again

On these scraps of cardboard

In shoe boxes

Surrounded by bills

And plane tickets

You’ve got the money, he’s got the sun

He’s got all his time you’ve got your camera

You bring back images

Holiday photos

You think you’re as happy as him

You’ve got your business lunches

And your working nights

He’s sitting on the ground

His hair to his waist

He repairs his traps

For the fish swimming by

The coral reef

You’ve got the money, he’s got the sun

He’s got all his time you’ve got your camera

You bring back images

Holiday photos

You think you’re as happy as him

It was barely believable

Those insects everywhere

Those rooms full of sand

Those women barely standing

In the back of your town

You’ve put your coat back on

Sometime it can drop

To fifteen below zero

On the edge of his hut

Scorched by the sun

He’s drinking coconut milk

You’ve got the money, he’s got the sun

He’s got all his time you’ve got your camera

You bring back images

Holiday photos

You think you’re as happy as him

Like the child of the islands...

• Artist:Francis Cabrel
• Album:Photos de voyages