Si Tu La Croises Un Jour
Francis Cabrel
If You Cross Her One Day
She didn’t like my two-piece living room
But you, who travels, if you cross her one day
Come back and tell me, come back and tell me
Let me know if she still wears
The scents of love in her hair
And all my dreams on her lips
But promise me
Don’t get too close
If you place your fingers
On the bronze of her skin
You’ll lose it, you’ll lose it
Without a second thought
I held her tight
Even today
My eyes are burning
Burning
She’s at the age of long journeys
Arab princes, love marriages
Free slaves, stories to follow
I often came home only every other night
And my friends were curious folks
Hard to keep up with
But tell her, I’m learning to live again
She didn’t like my two-piece living room
You, who travels, if you cross her one day
Come back and tell me, come back and tell me
Tell her that for her I would give
My last breath and even the one after that
