Toujours

It's always the chick from the streets
The best buddy of the bunnies
The little girl of the wild grass
Who falls on her face and laughs
It's always the chick from the ferns
The kid playing in the dirt
The little girl with the butterfly
Who gets pricked by a hedgehog's spike
It's always the chick of the grasshoppers
The good pal of the ladybugs
The little girl of bird songs
Who hides among the reeds
It's always the chick who used to run
In the fields up to the forest
In the rows of sunflowers
Who falls on her face and laughs

In the middle of a crowded mob
Pushing and shoving at crossroads
From the window of my pad
And on the horizon of towers
In the sweaty hours of the subway
With jolts and switches
In the mirror of a rearview
In the middle of traffic jams
In the seriousness of opinions
Arguments and strategies
Of schedules in meetings
If that's what it's about
Bags to redo, business
Of my checked baggage
Between time zones
Of my departures, my arrivals

It's always the chick from the streets
The best buddy of the bunnies
The little girl of the wild grass
Who falls on her face and laughs
It's always the chick from the ferns
The kid playing in the dirt
The little girl with the butterfly
Who gets pricked by a hedgehog's spike
It's always the chick of the grasshoppers
The good pal of the ladybugs
The little girl of bird songs
Who hides among the reeds
It's always the chick who used to run
In the fields up to the forest
In the rows of sunflowers
Who falls on her face and laughs

On the sidewalks of another world
At the foot of the same business districts
The rumors blending together
In memory of my fleeting visits
Of my overly fancy hotel rooms
From taxis to the train station hall
Of my peripheral tunnel
Of avenues and boulevards
At the edge of vertigo and skyscrapers
Appointments, chitchat
In big cities without the essentials
When the concrete cages me
My days off track
Like a stranger without bearings
Seeking refuge in parks
Pretending to get some fresh air

It's always the chick from the streets
The best buddy of the bunnies
The little girl of the wild grass
Who falls on her face and laughs
It's always the chick from the ferns
The kid playing in the dirt
The little girl with the butterfly
Who gets pricked by a hedgehog's spike
It's always the chick of the grasshoppers
The good pal of the ladybugs
The little girl of bird songs
Who hides among the reeds
It's always the chick who used to run
In the fields up to the forest
In the rows of sunflowers
Who falls on her face and laughs

It's always the chick from the streets
The best buddy of the bunnies
The little girl of the wild grass
Who falls on her face and laughs