She still had that childish air
She had those big porcelain eyes
She was on holiday
On the coast of Étretat
She had the wind and the light
She was running towards the sea
She was so light on her feet
That sometimes she took flight
It's true that she was seventeen
That at that age one thinks oneself a giant
It's true that there were dealers
All around her
It's true that she was so naive
When those demons prowled the coast
It's true that they sold her hell
The colour of the sky
So many images
So many mirages that I'll not forget
So many blazed suns
And on the beach
A dress like a summer flower
When she returned from the beach
Her eyes were full of clouds
Her youth was held hostage
In the fold of her arm
It's true that she told us nothing
That she ran straight into the night
It's true that there was the cliff
At Étretat
So many images
So many mirages that I'll not forget
So many blazed suns
And on the beach
A dress like a summer flower
And on the beach
A dress like a faded flower
She still had that childish air
She had those big porcelain eyes
And the sea washed over her in silence
On the coast of Étretat