Jacques Bertin - Mother sing to me

Original Title: "Mère, chantez-moi"
Year: 1980

Mother sing to me the song
of childhood and hope
That you were singing so well, song
At our home, over there, in the other world
Mother sing to me the song
Forgotten page of another age
The fairies there to the virgin were speaking
Fingers running on a work

Mother sing to me the song
of childhood and hope
We were bathing in a mirror
Where small boats with painted sails
Loaded with sprays and children
Landed on blue beaches
Mother sing to me the song
Dead, my child, is the song

I want to sleep, mother sing
My child, my memory is dead
And your voice that is so beautiful
Don't think about it no more, it's broken
My eyes are dry and the streams dried up
And my unfaithful arms bruised
And love is withered
And the songs who cares about them

Mother, my eyes do not see you anymore
I wear off in this way like a wave
Where are you mother, sing!
I wear off in this way, like a wave
I never sleep like I used to
I wear off in this way, like a wave
I never hear the song
and it is wearing off as well, the song