Le Martien
Françoise Hardy
The Martian
In the sky
A red sun
That waits
And suddenly
A strange man
Who descends
Who will suspect
That this Martian
Has braved space
To ask for my hand
In the sky
The red sun
Gone
But it shines
On the gloom
Of my life
Who will grant me
In their thoughts
The halo of glory
That I will then deserve
When the red sun returns
And takes me far from the earth
Far from the earth
Far from the earth
