Petite Marie

Little Marie, I talk about you
Because with your little voice,
Your little quirks, you poured on my life
Thousands of roses

Little fury, I fight for you,
So that in ten thousand years from now
We find ourselves sheltered, under a sky as beautiful
As thousands of roses

I come from the sky and the stars among themselves
Only talk about you
Of a musician who plays his hands
On a piece of wood
Of their love bluer than the sky around

Little Marie, I wait for you shivering
Under a tile of your roof
The wind of the cold night sends back to me the ballad
That I had written for you

Little fury, you say that life
Is a ring on each finger
In the Florida sun, my pockets are empty
And my eyes cry from the cold

I come from the sky and the stars among themselves
Only talk about you
Of a musician who plays his hands
On a piece of wood
Of their love bluer than the sky around

In the darkness of your street
Little Marie, can you hear me?
I'm only waiting for you to leave ...(repeat)

I come from the sky and the stars among themselves
Only talk about you
Of a musician who plays his hands
On a piece of wood
Of their love bluer than the sky around