La Califfa
Mireille Mathieu
The Caliph's Woman
You wouldn't believe it because
This cruelty of masters
Has seen in me just a bitch who
I put myself on your leash too
If I walk through the city, this hypocritical, your city
My body passing among you
Is an invective against cowardice.
You will find with me
The most splendid possession
A moment of sunshine above us,
In search of you.
