[Pierre]
Flo, indeed that's the name you wanted
You look like the tide
On the pebbles of St-Malo
Flo, under your overseas eyelids
Sometimes I read or I guess
The loneliness of the ships
[Flo]
Pierre, you are like a rock on the moor
You stand still, wondering
Where rivers may well go
[Refrain]
Each one is built as he is
Each one catches fire as he can
But under the wide sky
Any rock of silence
Any outgoing bird
May sometimes meet up
Each one is built as he is
Each one catches fire as he can
Each one has his own way
To the fortunate place
Where their hands meet up
When they were already parting
{Flo]
Pierre, when my sail boat flies off
I feel as if I was a bird
But my heart has no illusion
Pierre, your name is that of a rock that shows
It could wreck my heart
A hazard for ship navigation
[Pierre]
Flo, even though rainfall sometimes gets you wet
The waves hover around you
You are the one who takes them for a ride
[Refrain]