First, your voice comes to my mind
I always think about you when I'm desperate
The beautiful, the blonde joyful in plump spikes
Then the saturdays come,
Then the sky comes, I get rid of immediately
I wish it would rain, we get wet together
I said it forty times, I will say it again
In war and in peace, in land and in sea,
In sickness and in health
Our time is different for us
If we are together and hand to hand
I know we won't cry if we are hungry
I'm comfortable like caressing the pigeons,
When you're with me desperately
Evenings in wide squares
Three times sea in a row, three times sycamore
When you're with me desperately
I remember distant rivers
Occasionally it falls to my mind
The warm of foreign women
But God knows, I won't hide
I want to get old with you...