Les vagues de la mer
Serge Lama
The Waves of the Sea
The waves of the sea
Are kisses
That the sea comes to lay
When she's bored of waiting.
The waves of the sea
Are kisses
The sand offers its cheek
To this tender woman.
The fate of sailors
Is in her hands,
The sea is a mistress
And all the boats
That sail on her back,
Die one day from her caresses.
The waves of the sea
Are snakes
That the sea comes to lay
On the women's laps;
The waves of the sea
Are snakes
That come gently
To poison their souls,
The fate of sailors
Is in her hands,
The sea is a mistress
And all the boats
Dress up nicely
To deserve her caresses.
The waves of the sea
Are handkerchiefs
That the sea has woven
To comfort dreams
The waves of the sea
Are handkerchiefs,
From which girls sometimes
Make new dresses.
The fate of sailors
Is in her hands,
The sea is a mistress
And all the boats
Who are crazy about her,
Die one day from her caresses.
