San Salvador [Françoise Hardy, français] [English translation]

During the night

Winter has returned

On the streets today

All the trees have died

Listening to the rain

You think of this land

Whose name was San Salvador

You remember

When you close your eyes

A strange garden

From where the morning starts

Thousands of fragrances

And blue butterflies

That was perhaps San Salvador

San Salvador

You repeat this word

As though you wanted

To recall the image

Of the sunsets pale purple

And sailing ships in the port

Who were returning from the treasure island

You no longer know

How to go back there

Who knows if this land

Ever existed at all

Whether it was in your dream

Or in another life

That you have known San Salvador

San Salvador

The wind blows through the windows

In the sounds of the rain

You hear an echo

A lost song

That comes to you from a land

That you will never see again.