Mon Père disait

My father said
It's the north wind
Who makes the dikes crack
In Scheveningen
In Scheveningen, small

So strong
We no longer know who is sailing
The North Sea
Or the dikes

It's the north wind
Who pierces the eyes
Men from the North
Young or old

To make blackmail
Chimes of blue
From the North
Deep in their eyes

My father said
It's the north wind
Who makes the Earth turn?
Around Bruges
Around Bruges, small

It's the north wind
That the earth has planed
Around the towers
Towers of Bruges

And that makes our daughters
Have a calm look
Old towns
Old towns

Who makes our beautiful
Have fragile hair
Of our lace
Of our lace

My father said
It's the north wind
What cracked the earth
Between Zeebrugge
Between Zeebrugge, small

It's the North Wind
What cracked the earth
Between Zeebrugge and England
And London is no more
Like before the flood
The fist of Bruges
Mocking the sea

London is no more
That the suburb of Bruges
Lost at sea
Lost at sea

But my father said
It's the north wind
Who will carry to the ground
My body without a soul
And without anger

It's the north wind
Who will carry to the ground
My body without a soul
Facing the sea

It's the north wind
Who will make me captain?
From a breakwater
Or a whale

It's the north wind
Who will make me captain?
From a tear breaker
For those I love