Les hommes qui passent [English translation]

The men who are passing by, mother

They always sent me postcards

From Bahamas, mother

The men who are passing by all the time

Are musicien, artist painters

or often comedians.

The men who are passing by, mother

Offer me always a lovely room

With a deck, mother

The men who are passing by I feel

That their heart's on low tide

Desires like an ocean.

The men who are passing by, yet

I would like to steal one

For a month for a year

The men who are passing by, mother

They give me nothing more than money.

The men who are passing by, mother

Their love nights are stars

Who leave traces, mother

The men who are passing by, violent

Are always the ones who kept

A childish heart, losing.

The men who are passing by, yet

I would like to steal one

For a month for a year

The men who are passing by, mother

They give me nothing more than money.

The men who are passing by, mother

Have a smile that look a little

Like grimaces, mother

The men who are passing by disturbing

Leave me always with my dreams

And my earlier fears.

The men who are passing by, yet

I would like to steal one

For a month for a year

The men who are passing by, mother

They give me nothing more than money.

The men who are passing by, mother

The men who are passing by, mother

The men who are passing by, yet

The men who are passing by, mother