San Francisco [English translation]

It's a blue house

Leaning against the hillside

We come there on foot, we don't knock

For those that live there, having thrown away the key

We gather together

After years on the road

And we come there to sit around our meal

Everyone is there, at five o' clock in the evening

When San Francisco gets foggy

When San Francisco lights up

San Francisco, where are you

Lizard and Luc, Psylvia, wait for me

Swimming in the fog

Intertwined, rolling in the grass

We will hear Tom on the guitar

Phil on the quena* until the black night

Another one will arrive

For us to talk about any news

Of the one that will come back in a year or two

Since he is happy, we fall asleep

When San Francisco rises

When San Francisco rises

San Francisco! Where are you

Lizard and Luc, Psylvia, wait for me

It's a blue house

Hanging in my memory

We come there on foot, we don't impose

Those that live there, having thrown away the key

Inhabited by long hair

Big beds and music

Populated by light and crazy people

She will be the last to stay standing

If San Francisco collapses

If San Francisco collapses

San Francisco! Where are you

Lizard and Luc, Psylvia, wait for me