Plein soleil
Gilbert Becaud
Full Sun
Full sun, full sun
And the city is all numb
From sleep in the sun
At noon
I'm waiting for you in the sun
Near the lukewarm fountain
I'm waiting for you in the sun
My friend
Hurry up
Your dress is pretty
I reach out my arms
Towards that flying flower
I have my bike
I'll take you to the beach
It's not far
But what a lovely, lovely journey!
Full sun, full sun
And the sand is warm like a bed
A big bed in the sun
And hooray!
Hooray...