Le petit brouillard

Always that damn little fog
Always that damn little cockroach
That pierces you down to the bone
And sticks to your skin

I still seem to see him
The night his buddy from the port
Brought him the fake passport
And his visa for Buenos Aires
I don’t know what he had done
I only understood one thing
That his last chance was
To take that ship at dawn
And when the time came to leave
I got his last look
In the pale morning light
Torn apart by the sirens

Always that damn little fog
Always that damn little cockroach
That pierces us down to the bone
And sticks to your skin

The gangway was raised
And just when I thought he was saved
Men showed up
And brought him back to the ground
I don’t know what he had done
But to avoid getting involved
He put on handcuffs
Without acting like he knew me
And since they took him away
I think about him for whole days
Watching the long-haul flights
Shrink and disappear

Always that damn little fog
Always that damn little cockroach
Always that damn little fog
Always that damn little cockroach
Always that damn little fog
Always that damn little cockroach…