Dans un bouge du vieux port

When troubled dreams
Haunt the old sailor
At the hour when evening falls
The call of the gentle waves
What's the point of listening on the shore?
Because other seas out there
Whispered softly to him
Words that this one doesn't say

{Chorus:}
In a dive by the old port
He finds refuge
And rocks his nostalgia
With dreams of gold
The burning regret that bites him
Fades for an hour
When the accordion weeps
In a dive by the port

The song of the sirens
He never hears
It's not by dreaming
Beside the shifting waves
That he recalls distant lands
No, it's not the song
By the edge of the ocean
That speaks to him of loves long gone

{Chorus, x2}