Le MéTèQue

With my half-breed face
Of wandering Jew, of Greek shepherd
And my hair blowing in the wind
With my eyes all washed out
Giving me a dreamy look
I who don't dream often
With my hands of a thief
Of musician and wanderer
Who have plundered so many gardens
With my mouth that has drunk
That has kissed and bitten
Never satisfying its hunger

With my half-breed face
Of wandering Jew, of Greek shepherd
Of thief and vagabond
With my skin that has been rubbed
By the sun of all summers
And all that wore a skirt
With my heart that has known how to make
Suffer as much as it has suffered
Without making a fuss
With my soul that no longer
Has the slightest chance of salvation
To avoid purgatory

With my half-breed face
Of wandering Jew, of Greek shepherd
And my hair blowing in the wind
I will come, my sweet captive
My soul mate, my living source
I will come to drink your twenty years
And I will be a prince of blood
Dreamer or adolescent
As you please to choose
And we will make of each day
An eternity of love
That we will live until we die
And we will make of each day
An eternity of love
That we will live until we die.