Jean et Martine [English translation]

Jean the lorry driver drives on the road.

There are trees, there are fields,

The rain which falls in large drops,

There are turns, there is the breeze.

There is the cold and the sun.

There is the day, there is the night

And the weariness, and the sleep

And the ten-ton truck, it's loud

...But there is also at the house

His little Martine and her song.

"Jean comes back from his tour".

Sings Martine in her kitchen.

"He'll surely be tired, he'll be worn out

But I'll be able to watch him

And embrace him while he eats

And look after him, cuddle him

And hold myself to his chest.

Later when he'll fall asleep

Me, I'll be in his arms..."

There is fog at her window.

Martine waits... the doorbell rang

It's a man with a letter.

He seems gloomy and dismayed.

"The Company... condolences...

An accident... You need to sign here...

There are the funeral arrangements and insurance policy..."

However Martine doesn't understand

It isn't true... She doesn't believe it.

In five minutes he will be there...

"Jean comes back from his tour".

Sings Martine in her kitchen.

"He'll surely be tired, he'll be worn out

But I'll be able to watch him

And embrace him while he eats

And look after him, cuddle him

And hold myself to his chest

Later when he'll fall asleep

No! No! NON!

Jean... Jean...

Oh! Jean!"