Oiseau de nuit
Daniel Balavoine
Night Bird
Night bird
The sleeping studio
Blue and gray musicians
The smoke thickens
Night bird
At the console, a flower
Of red and green lights
That you know by heart
You expect nothing
Yet you hear well
Oh, my friend
Night bird
Oh, my friend
I thank you
All the forgotten dandies
We are here, well settled
You listen to me again
And again and again
Oh, my friend
Night bird
Oh, my friend
I thank you
The little red wine is served
The gypsy is finished
And I listen to you again and again and again
He is my friend
If I speak of him
To the women in my life
They love him too
He is my friend
If I drag my life out
The days I curse
I sit near him
He hears me well
I know he hears me well
Oh, my friend
Night bird
Oh, my friend
I thank you
You rock your tape recorders
I sing a little less out of tune
You listen again and again and again
Oh, my friend
Night bird
Oh, my friend
I thank you
We will eat in the morning
Exhausted but happy
Talking about music again and again and again
Oh, my friend
Night bird
Oh, my friend
I thank you
We will eat in the morning
Exhausted but happy
Talking about music again and again and again
Oh, my friend
Night bird
Oh, my friend
I thank you
And I listen to you again and again and again
