Partir au loin [English translation]

In her jean bag

Her watercolour,

A smile and two sobs

Under the red neon lights

The Texaco star

A wish under her skin

To leave far away

To move some wind around

To leave on a great scale

To tie the strings of time

From her bedoom window

There is no immense sky

Without seeing the ghost of a car

In the gasoline perfume

Ever since her strange childhood

The Texaco star

To leave far away

To move some wind around

To leave on a great scale

To tie the strings of time

To change the grey into something better

To picture oneself happy

On a picture with someone else

And when hope wavers

To close your eyes, to see once more

The Texaco star

To leave far away

To thwart one's slow predicted path

To leave on a great scale

To settle the strings of time