The girl who accompanies me - La fille qui m'accompagne - Francis Cabrel

The girl who accompanies me – La fille qui m’accompagne

 

She speaks like water of the fountains

As mornings on the mountain

Her eyes are almost as clear

As the white walls deep in Spain

The midnight blue of her dreams attracts me

Even if she knows the tearing words

I promised never to lie

To the girl who accompanies me.

 

Deep in her mirrors games

She imprisoned my picture

And even the evening when I am faraway

She puts her hands on my face

I burned all my old memories

Since she has my heart in target

And I keep my new pictures

For the girl I travel with.

 

We swore each other words of perfect children

We shall always stand far from the huge whirlwinds

She shall never take my heart for a hotel

I will say the words she expects

 

She knows the islands I think of

And the other half of my secrets

I know that another night advances

When I hear her necklaces sliding

One day I shall build an empire

With all our moments of pleasures

So that nothing ever takes me away

From the girl who accompanies me

 

We swore each other words of perfect children

We shall always stand far from the huge whirlwinds

I shall never take my heart for a hotel

I will say the words she expects

 

She knows the islands I think of

And other half of my frenzies

She already knows that between her and me

The more space there is and the less I breathe.