Nantes [English translation]

First it's her sweet face

Before seeing her thumb

That made me slow down

By the door of my car,

She has a prayerlike voice,

Of those girls who know how to lie

Not lost, nor beggar

I'm a student

In your jolting car

Are you heading for Nantes?

Of course that wasn't on my way

But I felt my hands

Sliding on the steering wheel

I've never been bold

But I felt my eyes

Peeping at her tights

We left Paris

And the canary city*

We'll get there tomorrow

You spent the six hours

In the rear-view mirror

Fiddling with your fingrers

Shortly dressed

Impatient

God, who are you

What did you see,

That is haunting you?

That makes you lie?

Of course it wasn't my business

But when I saw the sign

Of a Texaco gas station

I've never been bold

But on the silent parking lot

I parked my car

A gas station

Three minutes of absence

Just enough for me

To open her bag

To find there ten grands

And a handgun

Dangerous, bewitching

Man-eater

I can still see her staggering

When I left her standing there

Of course sometimes I remember

And then it comes back

This tormenting question

If I had been bold

What would I have seen under the clouds

Spreading over Nantes?