Sans voir le jour [English translation]

Without seeing daylight

your white stick in your hand

you always go

trusting your life to the heart of a dog,

and filled with love,

perceiving everythin with your fingertops

without seeing daylight

you see better than I.

And yet in a storm you have

neither the flash, nor the movements of clouds.

You see neither the blue of mountains

nor the wind's wave on the golden wheat fields.

You can't keep in your mind

the smile of a child, of a woman.

You don't have in your life that flame

the lookk of a friend to warm you.

Without seeing daylight

your white stick in your hand

you always go

trusting your life to the heart of a dog,

and filled with love,

perceiving everythin with your fingertops

without seeing daylight

you see better than I.

In your darknes you don't know that the way

is strewn with lies and doubts,

you don't know about the sullen faces,

the anger and envy hardening hearts.

When I see the love affairs that are dying

I would like, when I cry, to shut myself up,

like you, in the dark for a few hours

to shelter a better world there.

Without seeing daylight

your white stick in your hand

you always go

trusting your life to the heart of a dog.

Without seeing daylight

you understand the nasty people better than me

because it's love which guides your steps

because it's love which guides your steps

because it's love which guides your steps ...

• Artist:Enrico Macias