Les jardins de Saint-Martin [Princesse] [English translation]

Princess, your castle

topped by a flag,

so beautiful, so high

annoys you too often

and hurts you ceaselessly

when all those people who talk too much

tear you away from your sleep,

make your white horse run away,

make your sky dark

and in your mirror

and leave a fog

so thick

Princess, you, you leave.

In your big garden

of Saint-Martin

you get high to forget

those who rush up

always without notice.

In your big garden

my Princess stands for all to see

the way she lives,

her way to be.

Princes, all those seamen

brough by the wind

onto your islet

in turns drag you

over the waves of a dream

of a spoilt child who takes her time,

that plays at hopscotch,

who forgets her past,

who is in bad shape

when in your mirror

you leave a fog

which dances,

Princess, somewhere.

In your big garden

of Saint-Martin

you get high to forget

those who rush up

always without notice.

In your big garden

you know the way you long to be

strong and gracious

wild and free.