i don"t know this sun which burn the dunes with no end i don"t know another earth but this which gave me a hand and if one day, i get out of here and pass the desert to see from where does my life come in which street was my father playing i"m who was born near Paris under all this wind,all this rain i"ll never forget my country
and if tomorrow, like today i must make the trip around the world to sing my hopes in the world travel for immortal years this is me who was born very nearn from Paris even if i leave my friends i"ll never forget my country
so many graved memories, classes and summers so much love to forget that i was born here so much time passed on the beaches of my city so many friends to forget that i was born here
i don"t know this perfume of mint and burned sand but only the dust under the rolls of the ocean and it"s you who find me a little mat to this roads lined from the praries a little very white coulour of eurphates for those poems which i"ve taken you"re the only one that i forgot like the star,honest at night i"ll never forget my country
so many graved memories, classes and summers so much love to forget that i was born here so much time passed on the beaches of my city so many friends to forget that i was born here
as you,i wait for the rain to tell him all my pains exactly as yoy,i smile to him when he falls on the plain
so many graved memories, classes and summers so much love to forget that i was born here so much time passed on the beaches of my city so many friends to forget that i was born here