Giovanna D'Arco

All this field of wheat,
not yet ripe,
all this beautiful field not yet cut,
and this sun shining
on my soldier's head,
all this beautiful sun king
that’s coming down hasn’t passed yet.
Ah, if I had found you, ah if I had searched for you.
Those beautiful Chinese boxes they call a heart,
and in the fiery gazes they call love,
in this endless night, but it’s about to end,
in this water to drink
that I asked for on my knees but is slow to come.
Ah, if it would rain a little, just a little.

Because I’ve seen France, from land to sea,
and on the tip of my spear
a man pale and trembling,
and the doves and the snakes
and the fools and the red and the black,
and I sang this with the voice I had.
Because I’ve seen my destiny,
my girl star, bleeding and getting wet,
beneath my armor
and they say that one night I heard a song,
a voice calling me,
and it knew my name, and it knew my name.

All this field of wheat
not yet ripe,
all this beautiful field
not yet crossed,
and this dying moon,
on my soldier's head,
this sky changing color,
this marked path.
Ah, if I had looked at you.

Because I’ve seen France, from snow to sea,
and on the scale my life weighs
and the doves, the snakes
and the fools and the red and the black
and I sang this with the voice I had.
Because I’ve seen my destiny,
my girl star,
bleeding and getting wet under my armor
and they say that one night I heard a song,
a voice calling that said my name.