Mon Village Du Bout Du Monde
Joe Dassin
My Village at the End of the World
The wind rushes into my suitcase
And on my path there are holes
I've seen so many streets, I've seen so many churches
But the most beautiful ones were back home
My village is far away
At the other end of the world
And my house is now
Just a song
Like the snow
My dreams melt away
Let's drink, my brothers
The wanderers
From the Caribbean to the Philippines
I've dragged my carcass
All over the place
But the roads
That lead to our hills
Had soft stones
Under my bare feet
My buddies
At the other end of the world
It's only fair, they've forgotten me
I send them a dove
Let's drink, my brothers, to their health
The wind rushes
Into my suitcase
Yet luck
Has often come
She's quite brave
No matter what they say
But you shouldn't
Sleep on it too long
Poverty
Sometimes lacks charm
But the grass is soft for the unfortunate
No more speeches and no more tears
Come, my brothers, to say goodbye
