Mon homme [English translation]

He has the economic look

He has the rare verb that pleases me

He likes the singing doves and the smell of the café

And these little things we do without thinking

This is my man, my flag

My man, who I need

I'm shivering, I take the water

This is my man, my shelter, my bed, my hero

He wouldn't know how to shine

Or like a forgotten lighthouse banal

In his ordinary sea

He breaks the waves without looking

These thousands of lights

That offer him without wanting to

This is my man, my flag

My man, who I need

I'm shivering, I take the water

It's my man, my fire, my rest

This is my man, my friend

Forgiving who I've chosen

I grope, I fail to keep a promise

This is my man who'll do as I say

This is my man, I admire him

My ozone, the air that I breath

My opium, my day

Oh my man, my roof, my way, my love