We weren't kindred spirits
Me, child of the sun
And you, daughter of the fog
Your skin was transparent-like
Whiter than the winter
My skin was brown
Your suitcase in hand,
You came from far away
Maybe from Norway
As for me, I was from somewhere else
From a country where the flowers
Don't fear snow
We weren't the same
Like the fog and the sunlight
Could they have understood each other?
Our Tower of Babel
Was an old hotel
Four walls, one room
We went through
Every little street
In the Map of Tendre*
And we slept
A thousand and one nights
All more beautiful than the legend itself
We were not the same
Me, child of the sun
And you, daughter of the fog
If I came to your house
I'd then be very cold
I'd then catch a cold
If you came to my house,
You would be astonished
At not seeing snow
But it snows in my heart
It snows flower petals
From Norway
We weren't the same
Me, the child of the sun
And, you the daughter of the fog