Quotation
Complete Prévert’s poem, thanks to Google Translate:
black hair black hair
caressed by the waves
black hair black hair
mussed by the wind
Fog September
fleet behind trees
the sun is a lime
And Misery
in his empty car
trail by three blond children too
through the rubble
and goes to sea
black hair black hair
caressed by the waves
black hair black hair
mussed by the wind
With tons of iron
the debris of reinforced concrete
like a dead dog
legs in the air
The Raft of the Admiralty
lying motionless on the rollers
black hair black hair
ruffled by waves
black hair black hair
caressed by the wind
Sun
lime washed away by time
the voice of the siren
is a child's voice .
lalali lalala
the voice of the siren
is a child's voice .