L'étrangère [English translation]

She has the black eyes of her mother

And her tenderness and her anger

She dares to say she's proud of it

The foreigner

She kept a postcard

Of her portuguese village

She has memories that hurt

The foreigner

Of course, she changed her life

When she arrived here

She didn't have any friend

The foreigner

She got used to Paris

She love people from this country

And the popular fados tunes

She's singing with the sun in her voice

She's singing loves that don't exist

She's singing for the poor people, for the kings

She's singing everything she says, everything she believes in

From this side of the border,

She never knew winter

She knows the price of poverty

The foreigner

She hasn't forget those

Who sing with tears in their eyes

So she stayed for them

Proud soul

She's singing with the sun in her voice

She's singing loves that don't exist

She's singing for the poor people, for the kings

She's singing everything she says, everything she believes in

She loves the kids, the rivers

Bigs birthday cakes

Holidays by the beach

The foreigner

She's afraid to say "I love you" to you

She's a bit of a fortune-teller

She has a bohemian heart

The foreigner

She doesn't know how to say "Sorry"

It's a volcano, it's the passion,

It's the sweetness of a fountain

The foreigner

One should take her into your arms

One should whisper very low

That she hasn't been for you

A foreigner

A foreigner