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Translation
The Hut of the fisherman
The night was falling of all her might
Above the river
I was packing my canes
One could only see fire
I saw her approaching
Her mind elsewere in her prayers
It seemed to me her eyes were glimmering
I told her
If you cry for a boy
You won't be the last
Often, the fishes are much more affectionate
Go for a stroll, breath some fresh air !
After, I'll talk to you about love
If I remember a bit
She told me
She told me rightly so that's what I want to know
I told her come and sit in the Hut of the fisherman
He's but a bad dream, forget about it !
Your dreams are always too light or too dark
So, come on and mix yourself all the colors
On the walls of the Hut of the fisherman
Come and sit
I told her
The world is not that far away
That you can't see the lights
And the earth can make
All the noises the wants
There's surely someone listening
Up there in the universe
Maybe you're asking for more than he can ?
She told me
She told me rightly so that's what I want to know
I told her come and sit in the Hut of the fisherman
He's but a bad dream, forget about it !
Your dreams are always too light or too dark
So, come on and mix yourself all the colors
On the walls of the Hut of the fisherman
Come and sit
I told her
She told me in the end, I'm burning to know everything
And I said come and sit in the Hut of the fisherman
There sure is room for two !
That road leads to nowhere
So... Come on and mix yourself all the colors
On the walls of the Hut of the fisherman
We'll be comparing our hurdles
Here, in the Hut of the fisherman
Share a little warmth
Here, in the Hut of the fisherman
Me, I'm awaiting a better world
Here, in the Hut of the fisherman
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Francis Cabrel: Top 3
| 1. | Je l'aime à mourir |
| 2. | Je t'aimais, je t'aime, je t'aimerai |
| 3. | L'encre de tes yeux |
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