Un Clavel

Nobody knows, nobody knows
Although everyone wants to know
Neither the key, nor the lock
Of when, how, and why

I like to be free just like the wind
That moves the olive tree and curls the sea
To lie in the shade of my thoughts
And then at night start singing

A carnation
A red, red carnation
A carnation
At the edge of my mouth
I took care of it like a crazy person
Putting my life into it

And the carnation
Upon seeing you, my dear
It has become so bright
That it's burning my skin
That it's burning
That it's burning my skin

Black hair, black hair
That smells like mint and lemon
Black eyes, black jealousy
First cousin of my heart

I couldn't care less about what people say
That I come and go through the sandy shore
And I have worn out the bridge slabs
From crossing it so much in the early morning

A carnation
A red, red carnation
A carnation
At the edge of my mouth
I took care of it like a crazy person
Putting my life into it

And the carnation
Upon seeing you, my dear
It has become so bright
That it's burning my skin
That it's burning
That it's burning my skin