Une fille des Flandres [English translation]

She led me to see the sea,

Visit the map and contrary (?)

Said that when the sky is clear,

One can see England to the contrary (?)

She told me stories

Of giants and of processions

Stories of pilgrimages

And of ships in distress

Chorus:

A girl from Flanders, girl of the cold and of water

A girl who ressembles a bow of a boat

A girl from Flanders, a grey ash look

Girl of the wind and of the north, of the sheaves

You had as many mysteries as the ocean sirens

She told me stories

Of rafts full of (?) elves

Said that the sea is Flemish

From Copanac to Calet

The heart of the world is at Restende

In little Andes tender evening

From the noise of the maines which depends

From the Caribbean to the Black Sea

(Chorus)

These are the tears of the marines

That make the tides rise

The tears of all the sorrow

Of the captains and the others

A girl from Flanders, girl of the cold and water

A girl who ressembles

A bow of a boat

• Artist:Claude Barzotti