The sleeping water is waking up
After a long night of sleep
It's like if I had left, left the old girl
I'm between the hill who prays
and the hill who cries
I close my eyes
and take in the rays of the sun.
I will try everything or die trying
feeling death coming
at least, I hope, I hope
I will try most of the time
Even at the other side of the sky
at least, I hope, I hope, I hope
To see the sea and family again
The dawn, the golden statue
The ballpoint pen tower*
Lyon, presqu'île
There is a bleak station and a proud one
from which to go to the mountain
It's like if I left, left yesterday
And the statue of the Sun King
on the eternally grand square
Bellecour, swallowed
Swallowed by the sun
I will try everything or die trying
feeling death coming
at least, I hope, I hope
I will try most of the time
Even at the other side of the sky
at least, I hope, I hope, I hope
To see the sea and family again
The dawn, the golden statue
The ballpoint pen tower
Lyon, presqu'île
Lyon, presqu'île
I would like to finish here
or not far from Italy
with those whom I cherish
The girl that I love
and then watch the ivy grow
Guitar slung over my shoulder
Even if I am not a hippie, hippie,
Hippie chic as always
I will try everything or die trying
feeling death coming
at least, I hope, I hope
I will try most of the time
Even at the other side of the sky
at least, I hope, I hope,
I hope to see again
Lyon, presqu'île
Lyon, presqu'île