Un étranger
Édith Piaf
A Stranger
He's a boy just hanging around
With a troubled soul
A stranger...
He slept on our land
In the light
Of the wheat fields
Like a bird without a cage
Free and wild
He sang
For the children, the angels,
Strange tunes
That he made up
He left the city
With a calm step
Not in a rush
He took the path
That always goes further
His country is the earth
With no borders
To hold him back
His home and his family
Are the girls
Who loved him
More than one each day
Hopes for your return
Tell me, stranger, you pass
And you fade away
On the horizon
And you seem to live
Like in the books
And the songs
But it's a troubled soul
That you carry
Here and there
We love you, we scorn you
Whatever we say
You don't hear
Why do you want to pursue
Your right to live
So far from me
Maybe to get back
At being just a stranger...
La-la-la...
