La Pecheresse a La Ligne

I can't help but fish
Big ones, fat ones, and even small ones
The fish of the sea
The trout of the rivers
I can't help but fish

I can't help but fall
Into the thick nets of the night
Curled up or sideways
Forward and backward
I can't help it, can't help but fish

I can't help but taste the mud,
The stickiness, the salty wind
To swim in other ways
Than following the trace of your steps
The trace of your steps

I can't help but crack
The golden threads that connect us
And, despite my grand airs
I cling to you like to the iron anchor, to the iron anchor

I can't help but fish
Big ones, fat ones, and even small ones
The fish of the sea
The trout of the rivers
I can't help but fish

I can't help but fall
Into the thick nets of the night
Curled up or sideways
Forward, backward
I can't help it, can't help but fish

I fall deep into a well
I come out covered in nettles
I shake my head wildly dizzy
Spreading a thousand and one raindrops, raindrops

At night, I collect seashells
I frolic on your shore at dawn
Because it is in this cool stream that my body finally finds sweet rest
Finally finds rest

Because I can't help but fish
Big ones, fat ones, and even small ones
The fish of the sea
The trout of the rivers
I can't help but fish

No, I can't help but fall
Into the thick nets of the night
Curled up or sideways
Forward, backward
I can't help it, can't help but fish
I can't help it, can't help but fish
I can't help but fish