Mon amant de la Coloniale

He was strong and yet so tender
That from our first night
I felt that I could not take myself back
And forever, I was his
I saw all the women smile at him
I clung to his arm
And I looked at them as if to say:
"He is mine, and I won't let go!"

He was a guy from the Colonial
He had there, starting from the forehead
And descending to the chin
A diagonal scar
Black hair, eyes so pale
Skin burned by the sun
I have never seen the likes of him again
My lover from the Colonial

Sometimes when he had a fever
He talked too much and I was afraid
I put my hand on his lips
To not know the depths of his heart
Because I felt that in his soul
There were tears and sorrow
For a long time I thought it was a woman
When I understood, it was too late...

When I met my rival
Then I held my arms tight
So that this big bitch from the Colonial
Would leave him alone and not steal him from me
And he had told me: "I'm staying"
But one fine day, he left
To that country that I hate
Which he often dreamed of at night

He was a guy from the Colonial
He had there, starting from the forehead
And descending to the chin
A diagonal scar
I will never see his beautiful pale eyes again
His eyes that have no equal
He went back to his sun
My handsome lover from the Colonial...