She changed the hotel sheets
Fingerprints on the garbage cans
Little swallow in the midst of crows
She sang "Desperado"
I was late getting to sleep
I was overtaken by the sun
On the other side of the hall
She made the mirrors sing
I spent an hour of her life
An hour under the Algerian sun
In the course of time
There are moments we regret
Behind her half-closed eyes
I saw more gray than pink
When I had left I understood
That I had lost something
These kids who don't do anything in school
Who's pockets are full of bottles of glue
Anyway no one helps you
When you're named Saïd or Mohamed
It's always a sky of corrugated steel
It's the window in the third courtyard
It's the shouting of the neighbor women filling your ears
And the hours of bad sleep
But if there is someone around who understands
Bad French, the Muslim
In the course of time
It would be good if they were concerned
Before her eyelids explode
And they take the gray in overdose
When I left I understood
That we could do something
You send ten francs
To the children of the Ganges
Because you saw disturbing photos
You send ten francs
To children from somewhere else
Because you saw scary photos
And she you pass below your house
She you pass below your house
Since I returned to Marseille
Her friends don't have news of her
There are too many swallows
Or too many crows
She had to move to a different ghetto
But instead I think she's
Changing the sheets in another hotel
Other fingerprints
On other garbage cans
On the other side of another hall
She must make the mirrors sing
The mirrors sing, the mirrors sing, the mirrors sing