Je t’ai vu partout mon amour
Dans le jardin
Dans ma lit
Je t’ai vu toujours mon amour
Dans le matin
Dans la nuit
Je t’ai vu, mais je ne t'ai pas trouvé
Je t’ai vu, mais je ne t'ai pas touché
Nos souvenirs résonnent dans mes oreilles
Cependant, tu ne m’as pas vu jamais
Je pleure

With voice like honey and skin like silk
She beats the eggs and pours the milk
Wrestles the dog and empties the trash
She takes time to cure her daughter's rash
Her blue eyes are weary and stressed from the day
With pastorly reverence, kneels down to pray
Like gust of great wind, collapses and sighs
Tries not to let salty clear tears fill her eyes
With efforts unnoticed, she lays down to rest
So thank all your mothers, they do their jobs best

Her barracks are the bedroom
Her gun, washing machine
Her M.O.S. is simply to
make sure their plates are clean
Her uniform, a skirt and blouse
Her tank, an S.U.V.
When thinking of him, weeps and asks:
"Why couldn't it be me?"