The oaken doorsill
I have crossed
when the dove up on your roof
let a feather fall
The down feather
touched your curls
and landed next to your mouth
You exhaled, the feather
took off to the sky
where I haven't been with you
and don't want to go without you
Maybe if back then
I only knew
where human desire can lead
I wouldn't even want to live
Jeannine, Jeannine
Jeannine
I'm jealous, jealous, jealous
The oaken doorsill has rotten away
as well as the door
leading to your chamber
maybe it got taken away
by the same flame
that took down the dress
from your shoulders
when it shot up to the sky
Jeannine...
The flame that shot up
to the heaven
to where the God is sitting
surrounded by his saints
to the heaven, to the angelic
choirs
where we willl be together
and we'll be better off
Jeannine...
Jeannine, dis-moi
que tu m'aimes
l'amour c'est une chaîne
quand je t'attends
Jeannine, je t'attends
je t'attends 1
1. Jeannine, tell me
that you love me
love is a chain
when I'm waiting for you
Jeannine, I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting for you.