Le métèque [English translation]

With my face of a foreigner

Of a wandering Jew, of a Greek shepherd

And my hair to the four winds

With my eyes totally waterlogged

That give me a look of a dreamer

That never dreams very often

With my hands of a petty thief

Of a musician and of a prowler

Who has been caught in so many gardens

With my mouth that drank

that kissed and bit

without ever satisfying its hunger

With my face of a foreigner

Of a wandering Jew, of a Greek shepherd

Of a petty thief and of a vagrant

With my skin that rubbed

With the sun of all the summers

and with everyone who wore underskirt

With my heart that knew how to make

Suffering a lot whom has suffered

Without making stories for that

With my soul that no longer has

the least chance for salvation

To avoid the purgatory

With my face of a foreigner

Of a wandering Jew, of a Greek shepherd

And my hair to the four winds

I will come, my sweet captive

My soul mate, my living source

I will come to drink your twenty years old

And I'll become the prince of blood

A dreamer or even a teenager

As you will like to choose

And we will make of everyday

all the eternity of love

that we will live till we die

and we will make of everyday

all the eternity of love

that we will live till we die