In a monotonous street in the capital
He wakes up in the fall for a banal night
They stole his life with their funny morality
But I am his child, his ideal revenge
It's a weird nickname he invented for me
It reminds him of the trips he imagined
In the evening sitting on the edge of his bed
I let him give me his advice for my life
Vahine, where your heart calls you, go
Vahine, where love seeks you, go
Vahine, play me the music of your island
I who will never know the easy life
Vahine, where your heart calls you, go
When the sun sets on Paris already blurry
I will take refuge alone at his knees
I see my childhood and my freedom again
And the gray of the stone gradually fades
Vahine, where your heart calls you, go
Vahine, where love is looking for you, go
Vahine, play me the music of your island
I who will never know the easy life
Vahine, where your heart calls you, go
Vahine, where love seeks you, go
Vahine, go

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