When a boat goes by, when a train goes by, When a plane flies in the sky, I imagine all these departures, All these people who must leave, Who separate, who tear themselves apart. When a boat goes by, when a train goes by, When a plane flies in the sky, I see again this sad morning, Where, leaving the desert, Next summer, I will return. And since that day, under the scorching sun, Sadly, I wait for you, Three summers already have come back, I'm here as I promised you, But where are you? But where are you? But where are you? When a boat goes by, when a train goes by, When a plane flies in the sky, Sadly, I tell myself that if it didn't exist, Maybe then, you would be here. When a boat goes by, when a train goes by, When a plane flies in the sky, I still hope, I always hope, That boat, train and plane, Which brought you, will bring you back. When a boat goes by, when a train goes by, When a plane flies in the sky... *