Le Bon Dieu Est Un Marin
Vanessa Paradis
The Good Lord Is a Sailor
A sailor
He carries a bag on his shoulder
A sailor
He's barely out of school
A sailor
He dreams of leaving
A sailor
He goes off to travel the world
A sailor
The Good Lord is a sailor
And the devil is a sailor
Towards the two poles
He rolls his destiny
On a trawl
Blue wool cap
And hands caught in the nets
Of destiny
The grease of the machines
On his fists
He goes off to roam the world
My sailor
The Good Lord is a sailor
And the devil is a sailor
On the mainmast
He wrote my name
Like a ship's name
Who would be afraid of the water
He who is never afraid of anything
He goes off in the wind
Towards the islands singing
My sailor
The Good Lord is a sailor
And the devil is a sailor
In every port
A girl wants the best for him
It's very good
He's the only master on board
When he comes
Then he picks up his bag in the morning
With all the love of blondes
In his hands
He goes off to roam the world
My sailor
The Good Lord is a sailor
And the devil is a sailor
