La Madrague

On the abandoned beach
Seashells and crustaceans
Who would have thought mourn the loss of summer
That has since gone
We packed up the holidays
In cardboard suitcases
And it's sad when we think of the season
Of the sun and songs

Yet I know next year
Everything will bloom again, we will return
But in the meantime, I am in pain
To leave the sea and my house

The mistral will get used to
Running without the sailboats
And it's in my tousled hair
That I will miss it the most
The sun, my great friend
Will only burn me from afar
Thinking that we are a little upset
To be both separated

The train will take me towards autumn
To find the city in the rain
My sorrow will be for no one
I will keep it as a friend

But on the first days of summer
All troubles forgotten
We will come back to party with the crustaceans
On the sunny beach
On the sunny beach
On the sunny beach