Leave the North Wind, the trade winds to the sailing boats
To the little flags of coloured beaches
Mistral, it sweep the clouds
Leave them, they breath of wind in the summer's bluish sky
Leave the breezes which caress the calfs
Fearing that the pretty legs in wrought iron
Of the girls or the weathercocks high perched
Leave the fresh draughts spread
Leave all the wind confined
At the end of the televisions
To escape
All the wind-powered energy
That there is inside ours existences
To fly away (X2)
Just a to-ing and fro-ing
Odyssey, crossed
Along, along of the roamed cliffs
To want the befores, a je ne sais quoi, the afters
To breath of wind in the summer's bluish sky
Leave the breezes which caress the calfs
Fearing that the pretty legs in wrought iron
Of the girls or the weathercocks high perched
Leave the fresh draughts spread
Leave all the wind confined
At the end of the televisions
To escape
All the wind-powered energy
That there is inside ours existences
To fly away (X2)
That there is inside ours existences to fly away
Leave all the wind confined
Leave all the wind confined
At the end of the televisions
To escape
Leave all the wind confined
At the end of the televisions
To escape
All the wind-powered energy
There is inside ours existences
To fly away (X2)