It's barely dawn and I'm falling off my bed My love is still sleeping, from the sleep of the night I leave her to her dreams, where I'm surely not Marlon Brando takes her away What would I do there, on a wild horse? They leave, ridiculous Outside there's a storm, they're wet, it sucks I sharpen my gaule to go fishing Musette on the shoulder, saucisson, beer When the sun comes up, my love wakes up Her heart is drifting, her eyes full of sleep She calls her mother, who is her best friend Ephemeral words and little worries I'd like to hear what she says about me It's surely very tender, well, I don't hear I hide my hammer, at the top of a branch I pull on the nylon, a phalange ruins me The sun comes up, my love makes up One eye and then both, it's futile but it shines Who wants to seduce? I'm not even there, I kill myself to tell her What's better without all this, that her eyes are clearer When they're in my pocket, what to like too much It's pleasure, you're ugly I take out a trout, at least 120 kilos I pity her too much, I throw her in the water It's past noon, I come back empty-handed Too much wind, not enough, the water was too wet So I go home, sad as a baby And no one is there to hear me lie My love is gone, gone forever I lost my love, I lost my life I'll take her on Sunday, if I can Without tangling in the branches, fishing on the line I'll take her on Sunday, if I can Without tangling in the branches, fishing on the line