Original Title: "J'avais mon âme"
Year: 1968
I had my soul wide open
I was alone and had time
Air was bursting on the road
The girl was going up, going up
A singing girl through the vine
While singing her loves, distracted
With a very distant gaze
Pushing her song in front of her
The girl was going up, going up
I, was seeing her pass, I was hungry
She offered me of her mystery
A sad and charming smile
I invited her in a big silence
Come here, come here beauty
To hide your story in my hands
Then she left without a word
She will come back tomorrow
Maybe it'll be another one
Come here, come here beauty
With her secret, her distant gaze
Girls will come by the dozen
Dry their linen on my wire
Whom I'll love one after the other
Come here, come here beauty
For their mystery and my hesitating look
So am I, so are we
The dream marching in front
What is this distant song
In the heavy eyes of the strangers
Like my shadow haunting me
Or like a lost paradise?
