La Dame de Haute-Savoie [English translation]

When I will be tired

To smile to those people crushing me

When I will be tired

To tell them always the same sentences

When their words will burst into splinters

When there will be only walls facing me

I'll go sleep at the lady of Haute-Savoie

When I will be tired

To progress in the mists of a dream

When I will be tired

Of a trade where it is walk or die

When tomorrow will only bring me

The inhuman screams of a desperate pack

I'll go sleep at the lady of Haute-Savoie

There is running stars

In the snow around

Her log cabin

There is garlands dangling from the roof

And night falls

On the white fir trees

Just when she snaps her fingers

Just when she snaps her fingers

When I would have given my all

Wrote it all, when I will not have my place

Instead of wasting me

On the first Jesus-Christ around

I will take my guitar with me

And mayb my dog

If it is still there

And I'll go sleep at the lady of Haute-Savoie

At the lady of Haute-Savoie