Except that I don't have the money,
I'm just asking to see you again.
Playing a song on my body,
Your voice dancing with my hair oh oh oh
Wind, the sea, the salt in your mouth,
I would just go crazy.
Your song rocking my cradle
indeed it was luck to cross you that night in Paris.
I'll light a candle to my luck and hey,
that it may take me to Gujan to see you soon.
And you'll listen to the je t'aime from my lips,
it's so lucky that we found each other, each other.
Wind, the sea, the salt in your mouth,
I would just go crazy.
Your song rocking my cradle
indeed it was luck to cross you that night in Paris.